Arrows And Apologies Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry." The words hung in the air, a moment suspended in time. This was the first time Archie apologized to me. I couldn't help but widen my eyes, hardly believing it – Archie was actually willing to apologize to me. A surge of astonishment swept through me, a sensation akin to witnessing a rare comet streaking across the sky. While I understood that he might not genuinely want to apologize, and he was likely doing it under Shaunda's influence, still, the fact that I managed to make the arrogant Archie bow his head and apologize made me quite happy.

This is the reason why I do not wish to have friends. “Sorry, captain.” I immediately apologized. “We are just excited to be under your wing.” I learned a long time ago that if you offend someone, you have to discreetly compliment them to divert their attention. Thankfully, that advice seems to work like a charm every time I use it because Archer no longer seems angry. In fact, he looks relaxed when he crosses his arms over his chest.

"Heard you're also some hotshot, class president and stuff." Arman looked around, his usual nonchalant breeze wafting off him. "Look, I know we've had our history, high school and stuff and I know you probably have some bad blood for me. All I want to say is that I'm past that. Those were foolish times and I admit I wronged you, really wronged you man. I apologize, sincerely" he placed his hand, Armani style, on his chest, "I apologize. I seek forgiveness, I'm changed. I just wanna live a free life, no hurt or grievances or whatever. I apologize."

With the emojis of sadness and apology. She replied to his message, “Okay.” With the emojis of anger and disappointment. “Raincheck?” Adrian replied.

I knew I owed him an apology, and it seemed like the right time to offer it. “I’m sorry about what happened,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t know that my father kicked you out. I wasn’t even the one who asked for it!” Archer looked at me, his expression unreadable. “I don’t blame you,” he said after a pause. “I blame the system.” I felt a pang of guilt twist inside me. “I’m so sorry, Archer. I will tell my father to get you back on your job—”

Arawn smirks, moving his arm to his side, lifting the side of his jacket slightly. Harvey jumps, throwing his hands forward. “Hey, no! Listen, Amber, I’m sorry!” Arawn hums, halting in his movements to look back at me. “Are you happy with this half-assed apology?” “Not really,” I wrinkle my nose, turning to Arawn, “but I think that’s the best we will get.” I laugh as Harvey shakes his head with a smile. “Guys, you are evil.” “If you will excuse us,” Arawn says, putting his and around me. “But we have other, more important folk, to enchant.”

"I am so sorry my beloved.💝 I accept that I was wrong. I should have been more cautious with my utterances rather than blurting out words that hurt your feelings just because you declined a date together. I understand your point about not wanting people to suspect us, but it's just so hard for me. It might sound creepy to you but I desperately want to come over to your place right now for you to see how sorry I am. Forgive your lover boyyyyyyyyyy!💋 And besides you will pay for saying our time together was sex. Like seriously, sex?!!!👿" Raina chuckled in between her tears at his last statements. He had always felt distasteful at her calling him lover boy, but now he was using it to apologi

“They won’t take that well.” “No,” Alaric agreed. “But that’s solely their cross to carry. I have done well by not chasing consequences and in kind, they have also lessened the penalties for terminating the contract.” A weighty silence that was devoid of awkwardness settled between us, during which I debated if expressing my gratitude or apologizing would be the same thing to do. I chose the latter. “I’m so sorry, Alaric. Really, I apologize for all the troubles I’ve caused you and I’m thankful for your help.” I couldn’t resist expressing my gratitude either.

It was an apology. A song that said: I know you were hurt. I know you were consumed without consent. I know your fury is justified. And I am sorry. The compass burned with a heat that was not warning and was not welcome. It was grief. At the far end of the bridge, the rage heard the apology. The first apology it had ever received. The first acknowledgment, in nine billion years, that its anger was valid. The surge stopped. The energy flow stabilized at thirty percent. The one-way valve locked into place without resistance.

He dropped to his knees on the grass, pulling both girls into a fierce embrace, burying his face into their small shoulders as he sobbed; not the sharp, broken sob of pain, but the helpless kind that came when hope was too beautiful to hold. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered again and again. “I’m so sorry I was gone.” Fedora stood above them, covering her mouth as fresh tears streamed freely down her cheeks. Her body shook as she cried, not just for the four years of silence and loss, but for the miracle now kneeling before her.