Is It Late To Say Sorry Novels & Stories

"Fucking terrible. This is the last thing I expected to happen." He's sighs and runs his hands through his hair stressfully. "I'm sorry I hadn't gotten there sooner, A. I- I was out doing a job and didn't see your text until later. Shit, man, I think I fucked up your life.. Im so damn sorry."

I looked at the folded blanket for a long moment. Then my phone lit up on the nightstand. Marcus: I'm sorry. I shouldn't have stayed. I read it twice. Not — last night shouldn't have happened. Not the version from three weeks ago, the decisive this was a mistake of a man drawing a line. Just: I'm sorry. I shouldn't have stayed. The distinction mattered. I thought about how to answer it for ten minutes, which was nine minutes longer than I usually spent on texts. Then I typed:

So, she moves closer to me, and I can see her trying to find the words to say, and I think after five minutes, I can confidently say that she can only say, “I am sorry.” “Princess, stop saying sorry. You are going to say sorry to me at least twenty times a day. After a while, it is going to be like you don’t even mean it. So, please, stop saying sorry. I know this is what is going to happen, and the fuck up thing about this is that I am going to have to get used to it. And I am even going to come to the point that I will no longer be in the room. “

and now, I don't know what to answer that. "I..." I started in an almost trembling voice, but soon stopped. I took a deep breath, trying to get a grip on myself. "Sebastian, this is not the time to discuss that," I finally said in a firmer tone than I expected. "I appreciate your apology. It's okay. But it's already happened and there's no point in regretting it anymore." Sebastian withdrew his hand slowly, looking at me with a regretful gaze. "I know. But I feel like I should say it, Isa. Even if it's too late, I want you to know that I'm truly sorry for what happened."

I said, calmly but harshly. “Sabrina…..” his voice was soft, and could almost make him mistaken to be a good man. I said nothing, but he knew I was listening. “Please, I'm sorry. I was mistaken, yeah, now I know” he said. “I'm sorry I didn't take good care of you,” he said. “I'm sorry I used you” He said. Glad he knows. “Your apology is not needed, Richard. It's just too late” I told him.

For once, I need to lay my heart bare, even if it’s too late or may be writing is easy than telling you in person. First, I want to say something I should have said a thousand times but never did: I’m sorry. I’m sorry for every hurtful word, every cruel action, and every moment of pain I caused you. I know an apology can’t erase what I’ve done, but I hope it’s a start—a small offering from a broken man who has finally seen the depth of his mistakes.

I gulped before nodding my head. "I'm sorry, D-Dad," I apologized. I can't say anything but 'I'm sorry'. It's my fault that I ruined our reputation. As they said, admitting your faults is the crucial first step towards making things right once again. There is a saying that is really imprinted in my brain. They said sorry means you leave yourself open, to embrace or to ridicule or to revenge. Sorry is a question that begs forgiveness, because the metronome of a good heart won't settle until things are set right and true. Sorry doesn't take things back, but it pushes things forward. It bridges the gap. Sorry is a sacrament. It's an offering. A gift.

I asked. “I know that it’s ten years too late but I’m sorry that I called you a bitch and basically for everything that I said during our last conversation. I was out of line and I’m sorry. I tried to blame you for us drifting apart but I had as much a part in it as you did and I should have taken ownership of that. I hope it’s not too late for that. What is the statute of limitation for apologies?”

He let go of me and I walked there to see it myself. I stopped when I got to the place. It wasn't much but it was decorated with candles, balloons and a banner that says “I AM SORRY, IS IT TOO LATE?” I don't know if it's the beauty of the decorated place or the words that made me emotional. I get sad and angry whenever he apologizes. I feel like things wouldn't be complicated if he hadn't flipped out in the first place. However, my thoughts tonight are different. Is it too late to make things right again? We still have a lot of obstacles ahead of us. Will we be able to stop that and live happily like before?

"Hannah, we wanted to apologize. We never meant to hurt you. What happened was a colossal mistake, and we deeply regret it." Damian and Damon nodded in agreement. I squeezed my brows, staring at them. Really?. That's all they are going to say to me? Apologizing after more than two weeks? "An apology doesn't change the fact that you hurt me, that you all hurt me," I replied my voice trembling, "And it's a little too late for that. You had more than two weeks to apologize, but you didn't." They sighed in unison, their expressions pained.