Is It Late To Say Sorry Novels & Stories

I had thought she would consider others, but then… she was still trapped in her emotions. “I’m sorry if what I did hurt you,” I said softly. The other end of the line fell silent for a brief moment. But I continued anyway. “I’m sorry for not telling you this and for hurting your feelings along the way. I swear I never meant it to turn out this way.” I paused. “Your apology came too late, Liv. The deed has already been done. What is left is for you to clean up the mess you made,” she blurted, and from her tone, I knew she meant every word.

The conversation was turning into something I didn't understand I knew she still have some grudges against me. After I sent her out of my company. I'll be sad too. I will be so sad when something like that happens to me.Why was I realizing my mistake now? Why do I feel like a loser? " I'm sorry" She got up instantly "You think sorry alone will make me forgive you? What do you think about people ?"

I might as well play along. Diego paid for everything we bought and soon, we were on our way to the party. It was past 9PM. I felt bad as I was the reason we were late. "I'm sorry. You are late because of me," I muttered. "First time I'm hearing you apologize," he said with a chuckle. "You're always.... Irrational, saying things without thinking," he added. "I mean everything I say and if the time can rewind, I'll repeat the same thing over and over. Even when I confronted you," I added, my tone carrying an edge.

I shrugged. “You know that's not it.” He rubbed his hand on his face. “Fine, I'm sorry. I should not have said what I said to you back then. I'm an asshole. I agree. I am the worst brother ever.” He told me. I snorted. “Well, that's kind of coming too late from your end. Not like it's a big deal.” “Don't make me out to be a bad person here. I know I said something that is wrong. I should not have called you that. And I'm sorry for apologizing now. It is probably too late to apologize. But It's just that….”

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."

The doctor said not to do anything, which made him depressed. He looks really angry. I should have just stuck to my story earlier and apologized for coming in late. I took a deep breath and took a step closer, “I told you, I had a few things to tidy up with my coursemate. It was nothing serious. I should have texted you that I’d be home late. I’m sorry.” I apologized, my lips curled into a forced flat smile. Why do I feel this sudden heat? Wasn't it cold a few seconds ago?

But he didn’t even look back. “I’m sorry Cres. I’m sorry for leaving you. I'm sorry for not listening. I’m sorry…” I watched Lenos as tears fell from his eyes. “I’m sorry, baby…” His eyes…I could see many things in them: pain, sorrow, regret. I shook my head. “Your sorry was way too late. It's what? Ten years already?" His apology was way too late. No matter how many 'sorry' he said to me right now, it wouldn't erase the painful memory of the past.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped closer. "Nathan... Nathan, I'm sorry it's so late, but..." I started hesitantly. When there was no response, I continued, "I know you don't like me. Don’t worry, I won’t bother you. I just wanted to explain things and apologise to you." Still, there was no answer. Is he still so angry with me? Should I continue or should I just leave? "Mr....Nathan...I am...so sorry for everything...I wasn't..." I tried to sound as brave as I could but still, my hands and legs were shaking and so was my voice.

I took out my phone and thanked Justin for dinner, then asked him to send me his bill, which I will settle later. We sat in the car, and I just stared out at the restaurant we had just walked out of. Everything was perfect until I had to ask her to dance with me. “I’m sorry, Katrina,” I say, turning to her. I don’t know what else to say to her, but that’s all I can think of right now. I turn to her, “I’m sorry, I came late. The meeting is not an excuse. I’m sorry…” I trail off, telling her how sorry I am about everything.

I fight the urge not to look at her again. "It’s okay to say sorry. Tell them how you’re truly, deeply sorry. I know just words can't undo the hurt caused, but let them know that you regret your actions every single day. Let them know they deserve so much better, and that you’re ready to spend the rest of your life trying to make it up to them…if they’ll let you." I imagine everyone wondering in their heads what I’m talking about, or why I’ve suddenly taken the matter in this solemn and seemingly unnecessary direction. But as long as the one to whom I’m directing the message is listening, it’s worth it.