Emily Im Sorry Chords Novelas e Histórias

“I’m sorry, Bella. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean the things I said. I was scared. I thought you were going to take Daddy away from me. But I don’t hate you. I never really hated you. I was just jealous. I like you very much. And I don’t mind if you become my new mommy. Please forgive me. And please forgive Daddy. He’s really sad without you. He misses you. We both do.” Tears filled my eyes instantly. Emily’s cries on the other end broke my heart. This sweet, innocent girl who had been caught in the middle of all our mess was reaching out with so much courage. “Oh, Emily,” I whispered, voice cracking. “You don’t have to apologize. I understand. You were scared, and that’s okay. I could never ha

m sorry, I’m really sorry Cade," Emily whispered, her voice trembling as she continued to cry. I carefully lifted her into my arms and carried her back to the bed, sitting down beside her and cradling her close. "It's okay," I whispered, trying to comfort her as she wept. I felt a pang of guilt and regret, knowing that I was the one who had caused her so much pain. "Am sorry that I lashed out at you," Emily said, her voice muffled as she buried her face in my arms. "It's okay," I repeated, holding her close and trying to reassure her. "You don't have to apologize for anything. I'm just sorry that I...that I wasn't there for you when you needed me."

“Emi, I’m sorry…” “You’re sorry? Miriam, I’ve been going out of my mind! You disappear for weeks, don’t answer calls, don’t respond to texts, and all I get is ‘I’m sorry’?” Emily’s anger carried the faint British accent she had picked up during her time in London. “I thought something had happened to you. I was this close to calling your father to make sure you were still alive.” “I know. I know, and I’m really sorry. I’ve just been so busy with work, trying to get this promotion…”

settled fully between us in the silence. I wanted to tell her how sorry I was. How none of it had been planned. How much her friendship meant to me. But the words stuck in my throat as her eyes held mine, waiting for the truth I couldn’t soften. “Please… say something…” she said once more, her voice giving out. But all I could say was “I'm sorry Emily…. I am really sorry” Emily laughed. The sound was small, broken, and painful. “Sorry?” she repeated quietly. “That’s it?”

she asked. With my lips pursed, I moved to the window before I cupped my hand over the phone to block out noise. "You should break up with Yoseph. He's not a good guy," I said. Miranda didn't seem to catch what I was saying. She shouted back, "What? Speak up! If it's important, say it fast—I'm about to hit the dance floor with a really hot guy." Speechless, I ended the call. Forget it. There was no point in telling her.

She deserved more than the ‘talking to’ he had given her, but she was glad that he was still chill and supportive. Without hesitation, Julie climbed onto the bed and sat beside her. "Em," she said softly, her voice filled with regret. "I'm sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I know I hurt you, and I was selfish. You were always there for me and took care of me, even when I didn’t deserve it. You were the only one in my life that was truly there for me, without having anything getting in the way. I didn’t understand it back then... but I miss you. I'm so sorry for pushing you away." Emily’s remained silent and unmoving. Julie sighed and continued, her voice growing more desperate. "I promise, I'll do wh

Emily's gaze drifted to the screen, not so interested until she saw the sender's name: Kayla. She shot up from the bed, screaming, "OH MY GOD, KAYLA!!!" Grabbing her phone, she dialed Kayla's number. After several rings, the call connected. Emily felt a surge of guilt. She had neglected her best friend for far too long. Her voice softened as she whispered, "Hey, Kayla..." "How are you, Emily?" Kayla's voice carried a hint of hurt, despite her attempts to hide it. Emily's words caught in her throat. She had no idea where to begin. "I'm so sorry, Kayla. Really, I am." The line hung with uncomfortable silence.

We both know that I've fucked up here and we both know that the punishment is going to ruin me. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that!" I'm pleading with everything that I have and as much as I hate it I'll do anything to spare Emily any more pain but we both know that no amount of apologies is going to make this any better. He won't let it go, he's going to punish me and we both know that means that Emily is going to suffer. FUCK! "it's ok, I'll give you that one for free!" his gentle smile sends shivers down my spine.

I try to hold back my smile, but I fail, matching the one on his face. Emerson drops his second hand to my waist and his tone sounds apologetic as he says, "I'm sorry for raising my voice on you. I didn't mean to. I'm so sorry, Diva. So fucking sorry. You matter the most, Eva, and I'll never intentionally put myself in a position to lose you or hurt you. " "Apology not accepted. " I tease him, turning my lips in a frown and Emerson says, "What do I have to do? Tell me and I'll do it. "

The sound echoed in the room. Emily’s head turned to the side. Her cheek burned immediately. She lost balance and almost fell. For a moment, she could not breathe. The pain was sharp. Hot. Tears rushed down her face. “I said I’m sorry,” she cried softly. Diana’s chest was rising fast. “You break things and just say sorry?” she shouted. “It was a mistake,” Emily said weakly. “Mistake?” Diana laughed bitterly. “Everything you do is a mistake!” Emily held her cheek.