It's Too Late To Apologize Novels & Stories

“I do appreciate what you’ve done for me. However, I just wanted you to know that I’m happy enough already. When you apologized to me, I was so surprised but at the same time I felt so happy,” I told him honestly. “Apologies can’t be slept on like a new bed or sat on like a new chair. It can’t keep your body warm like new clothes and it cannot decorate the hair on your head like a golden hair pin,” Ren said as he tried to make his point.

He rambled with words which I cared little about. “Please, forgive me. I'm sorry.” He added impatiently. “I'm sorry but it is too late to apologize. Or do I look like a fool to you?” I asked him and he gave me a confuse stare. “Why are you the only one apolozing for the same thing over and over again. It's more than six times this same thing has happened and I have always been forgiving you but I'm sorry, this time is different.” I said curtly, staring into his quivering eyes.

Nothing good ever comes from something starting with an apology. My phone was already in my hand as I entered the restroom. I was still standing when I tapped on the message to open it. "Dear Susan, we apologize for the temporary suspension of the dating app activities. There are some government requirements that we are currently trying to implement. We sincerely apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused you, and we are confident that as soon as this legal process is over, your request will be granted."

Losing patience, he gently grabbed my chin and raised my head up to finally meet his gaze, to meet his green eyes that were only too familiar. “If what you’re telling me is true... then there is literally nothing I can say that will make what happened to you okay,” he said, his expression serious. “Because the reality is… it’s not okay. And I can apologise for those things if you want, to say that I’m sorry but, at the end of the day, even if I did, it wouldn’t mean anything. Yes, I’m sorry that those things happened to you, but I can’t look you in the eye and genuinely apologise for something I never did, and I guarantee you that it wouldn’t make you feel any better even if I did.”

"My dear, I know that we've made terrible mistakes in the past, we misjudged you and failed to stand up for you, we neglected you and failed to protect you and give you the life you deserve and for that, we do not even deserve to be called your parents. We understand if you can never forgive us but we've carried the burden of this sin for too long. It doesn't matter that we are your parents, we wronged you and so we have to apologize. I'm really sorry my dear, I'm sorry that we couldn't be good parents to you. We're sorry that you were unfortunate enough to have parents such as ourselves." My father apologized and I melted. I couldn't even be mad at them right now, I could see the sincerity

I just thought it was absurd and ridiculous. The system’s voice softened again: [Host, I know you suffered a lot. They’ve already learned the truth now, and every day they live in regret. If you want, before I leave, I can open the portal once more and let them apologize to you in person.] I looked out at the traffic outside the window and stayed silent for a long time. They regretted it, but so what? “No need.” My voice was soft but firm. “Whatever their reasons were, those injuries are already carved into me. No amount of apology can change that. It would only be unnecessary noise.”

"I have no defense for it. I am not asking you for one." I looked at the man who had broken my life in half, apologizing and asking for nothing in return, and I hated how much of it reached me. A month ago those words would have been everything I owned. I had wanted them so badly, for so long, that hearing them now landed like water handed to me an hour after I had already learned to live thirsty. Too late to save me. Not too late to hurt. "An apology is not a repair," I said. "I know that too. I am not trying to repair it. I am trying to stop lying to you. It is the only thing I have left to give you that is not poisoned."

My hands clenched into fists at my sides. God. Did I really have to stand here and listen to this? Again? “I regret it.” His voice cracked. “Trust me…” He looked up, sincerity shining through the sadness in his eyes. “... I really do.” I believed him. But it didn't matter if I did or not. Because it changed nothing. “It’s too late for apologies. A shattered glass doesn’t come back together just because you’re sorry you broke it.” His shoulders slumped. “I know I hurt you.”

"Oh, Mr Wolfe, you lost me the second you let me walk through that door three years ago." "I know I made a mistake. But mistakes can always be corrected." "I do not want this one to be. I never have and I never will." "Elena, I am sorry...for everything. For the pain. For the struggle. For everything you have been through." For a minute there, she could feel the rawness in his voice and she could see the remorse on his face. But she was not about to let down the guard she had taken three years to build. "I am sorry too, Adrian. But it is three years too late to offer an apology."

"You have been targeted." "It's not too late to apologize now."