Apologies Are For The Weak Novels & Stories

It turned out she always knew it bothered me. "I'm sorry. I was so naive back then. I didn't even like the music. I just thought that obeying your every whim would make me seem weak. Xavier, I've always felt inferior in front of you. Looking back now, everything I did was because of my own stupidity." Kelly clenched her teeth, her lips trembling with anguish. "I knew you'd be jealous, but I just wanted to see how you'd react. You're perfect! You handle everything with such ease, while I'm despicable. I naively assumed you were faking it. I'm sorry. It's all my fault."

“W-Why are you apologizing?” Mitch sighed. “Because I couldn’t help you when you were in trouble. So much for claiming as your best friend.” I wasn’t expecting that again. He doesn’t look like the type to be bothered by things like that. “I froze and didn’t say anything. I told myself that I’d restart everything here, that I was going to change. But I’m still weak.”

"What are you apologising for?" "Um..." He exhaled and shook his arms out as if he was about to catch a pass. "For coming on too strong and going to your running spot and being loud in class and making that insensitive comment about your mother. That was awful, and I am sorry. Old habit, I reckon." The Alpha ran his hand over the back of his hair, looking down at the ground. "You were right to call me on it. It was not nice. I need more people like you around me, to be honest. I need people to call me on my shit."

But Emily… Emily had looked at me like I was something ugly when I suggested it. It had caused a big problem and I had gone to Emily to apologize later. When I found her, she had been sitting by the window, knees tucked to her chest, staring out like she was watching a storm only she could see. The argument from the night before still hung between us. “I’m sorry,” I had said. The words didn’t come easily. They never did. Apologies felt like admissions of weakness, and weakness had never been a luxury I could afford.

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I deserve to have my parents hate me for what I did. I deserve to feel worthless. You're way stronger than I ever was, there's over a million words in the dictionary and still not enough to tell you how sorry I am. Not a day, minute or second goes by that I don't think about what I did. I feel utterly disgusted by myself to ever have stooped so low, to have been so weak that I couldn't control my own wolf. I am a weak person, I always have been but, you, youre stronger than I ever was, always have been. You're a leader

"You know what? Sometimes it's okay to be weak than to pretend that you're always strong. Everyone can be weak, no one is strong except God." "Shut up or I'll kick you out. I'm sleeping, you're too loud." "Listen to me." "No." "Being weak doesn't lower your dignity or manliness." "Yeah, and what? If I became weak people will take advantage of it and treat me like a shit." "I'm not telling you to debilitate, what I'm trying to point here is try to express your feelings." "Why should I express my feelings? Will expressing my feelings lessen my difficulties in life? Will it fix every broken piece of my soul?"

Until he noticed me lean a fraction farther forward. “Sorry,” he said. “I find such things difficult to hear and imagine. I always hoped that my gender will have more respect for yours, especially now that we have so few of you, but if anything the scarcity has made us worse. On behalf of such... swine, please accept my apology.” “Thank you,” I replied, barely able to get the words out as my eyes filled with tears. He gave me a moment, before holding out his hand to signal our return to the centre of the dojo.

In a sincere and apologetic tone, Harrison said "I'm so sorry if this is upsetting or confusing. I don't mean to hurt you by not being able to remember things. It's not something I can control. I know it must be frustrating for you, and I feel terrible that I can't give you the answers you're looking for. Please forgive me."

It dawned on him that she had no idea of her fire powers and how this was all a result of that abomination. "Myan, I'm sorry." He wheezed, finding it difficult to say words. He was back to his human form and his hair was disoriented. "This is my fault, please stay with me, I have to fix this, our child, I need you two, please..." he wailed. Myan was losing strength but she had so much to say. Her inability to compose any words hurt her and caused more tears to roll down her cheeks. "Tell me we can save her, I'm begging you!" He cried for assistance but the Tonners did nothing, just stood still and watched him suffer, watched his wife suffer.