Novel & Cerita Apologies Are For The Weak

"We were wrong. We used your strength as an excuse to neglect you and we told ourselves it wasn't neglect because you were still standing." I listened without responding. My mother's eyes were wet and her voice trembled when she finally spoke. "We were wrong to forget about your allergy that day. You were in so much pain and we left you there and we didn't —" Her voice broke. She pressed her fingers to her lips and tried again. "You must have felt so completely alone. It was our fault. All of it. Your father and I are so deeply sorry, Kira. We want to make it right. We want to try. Can you find a way to forgive us?"

"For leaving you here. For walking away. For being too weak to stay. For being too broken to face this alone. For being too afraid to let you see me like this. For being too scared to let you in. For being too ashamed to let you love me." I shook my head. "You don't have to apologize. You don't have to be strong all the time. You're allowed to break. You're allowed to fall apart. You're allowed to need someone. You're allowed to be human. You're allowed to be vulnerable. You're allowed to be loved."

But I don’t have a weakness because everything is my weakness. I have to apologize to him. I have to tell my brother that I am sorry.

I hugged him tight and said, "Please save me, I haven't done this, please help me. He hold my hand tightly and took me to my room and put me on my bed. The guy said, "If you are going cry, Regina and Ryan will be happy to see it. So stop crying and make yourself strong." I asked, "Where are you going? Atleast, tell me your name?" The guy said, "Sometimes, you should be in the darkness of wondering." I said, "Wait! I am really sorry for my behavior. I was so shocked to know that I shouted at you. Please forgive me. The guy with a smile on his face without saying a single word went. What have I done to Regina?Why is she doing all these?

If I am going to survive, I must be strong and get it through my head that everyone I once knew was probably dead, including my entire family and best friend. As I trudge through the woods, it feels like too much. My body is weak, and I stop mid-walk. My breath is heavy. It feels like my throat is closing shut. Oh my God, I’m never going to see them again. I think and fall to the ground again, gasping for air. The last words I said to my family were hateful and ungrateful. “I’m a horrible person.” I sob, wrapping my arms around my torso and rocking back and forth. My entire body trembles, and my eyes ricochet around, watching for any movements. The crunch of twigs catches my attention, and I

The words weren’t accusatory, but they carried a weight of disappointment that was almost worse. “I’m sorry,” I murmured. The apology sounded weak, pathetic even, hanging in the air like a discarded thread. “I don’t need apologies. I need precision.” His voice was low, resonant, a finely tuned instrument designed for control. Each syllable was carefully enunciated, a subtle reminder of the power he wielded.

“Because I don’t need an apology from a shallow, fake person. The apology would also be fake and filthy so why bother?” I shouldn’t have said that and could’ve been the bigger person who just left without causing a scene but I was already feeling pissed off and on edge. Emily scoffed. “Aren’t those big words coming from someone as weak as you?” “How do you define weakness? By physical strength? Because that’s all you seem to have and can be proud of.” “Don’t you think that alone makes me superior?”

Disbelief and hurt merged with those words as they slipped past my tightly clenched lips. " A weak person, you meant," " Right, godfather?"

" Do not apologize to me ,It only makes me look even more stupid.Why should I care about what you think and why do you want to apologize?" Martins trying to apologize to me didn't sit right with me because it was making me look pitiful,I didn't want that. I was tired, tired of always begging to be seen ,I was tired of always begging for attention. What I wanted right now was a glow up ,I wanted to be elevated and care only about myself.

She thinks I've softened. That my conscience weakens me. And you… you're the living, breathing proof of that weakness." The word weakness had hung between them, a toxic, heart-shattered admission. This man who commanded billions, who fought boards and storms with equal contempt, saw being able to apologize for something as a fatal flaw.