Mistake Novelas e Histórias

The words seemed to fall like a question mark, while waiting for an answer. His mask of confidence fluttered; his face slipping open onto a glimpse of uncertainty underneath. "D-dude, I'm so sorry," he stammered, the words skipping from his tongue like a scratched record, hesitant and unsure. "I must have mistaken you for someone else," he finished saying, the sentence trailing off almost at a sigh over the acknowledgment of his mistake.

Then her words came, each one heavier than the last. “There’s been a mistake,” she said carefully. “The sperm used for your artificial insemination… it was mixed up.”

He couldn't believe I went through so much torture in his short absence. Cassius was on the ground, staring at us in confusion. "D-Donald? I thought you were—" Donald looked at him with ice-cold fury. "A useless piece of shit that's only in a coma? Can't believe I'm standing up right now?" Cassius trembled, and his mother was grasped by fear. Donald handed me to the doctor and slowly closed in on them. "A snake and her equally venomous spawn. I knew it was a mistake letting you marry into the family."

"Oh. Like… he made a mistake?" "Yeah," I said softly. He frowned deeper. "But you always tell me mistakes don’t make people bad, Mommy." I swallowed hard. "I know I do, sweetheart," I whispered. "And that’s true most of the time. But… some mistakes are really big. So big that people need to go away for a while to make things right again." He looked thoughtful, clearly trying to make sense of it all. "So… maybe he’ll come back when he’s fixed it?"

But this morning, her voice lacked its usual spark, her delivery halting—repeating things she had already said without even realizing it. “Miss Althea?” a student in the front row raised a hand hesitantly. “Earlier you said twelve minus five was seven... but just now you said five?” Althea flinched slightly, blinking as guilt swept over her. “Oh… I’m sorry, I lost focus for a moment,” she admitted with a tight smile. “You’re right. What I said earlier was correct—seven. That last one was a mistake. I apologize.” A few students giggled softly. One or two leaned toward each other, whispering in mild surprise. It wasn’t like Miss Althea to slip up. She was always

One stupid mistake. My fingers hovered over the screen, trembling. My vision blurred as I read the message again, slowly, letting the words sink in. A breathless, bitter laugh escaped me. "Right. A little mistake," I muttered. I didn't even care about the part where he said he loved her more. What burned was him calling it one stupid mistake. "Sleeping with my best friend," I whispered, a shaky, humorless laugh catching in my throat. "Just a little mistake." My thumb hovered over the screen, the taste of bitterness sharp on my tongue.

Aurora sat back down on the edge of the bed. Then gently brushed her daughter's hair. "Sometimes adults make mistakes." Hazel blinked. "Mistakes like spilling milk?" Aurora almost smiled. "A little bigger than that." Hazel seemed to think about it. "So Dante made a mistake?" Aurora nodded softly. Darius sat down on the other side of the bed. "But making a mistake doesn't always make someone a bad person." Hazel looked at him. "Like when I drew on the wall?" Darius immediately pointed at her.

“I know I don’t deserve it, but I believe in second chances.” I crossed my arms and turned away from him, leaning on the balustrade, my gaze pinned on the door. “Look,” he continued. “I’m not going to give you that crap of we all make mistakes. I made a mistake, and I sure as hell acknowledge it, but we can’t let one mistake determine the trajectory of our lives forever.” “It’s amazing how we make mistakes in the moment and we don’t realize it’s a mistake until later in time,” I looked at him. “Don’t you think it’s absurd.”

And though we haven’t really talked about our kiss, and were still unsure where we stand, I enjoy being with him “I’m sorry for overreacting. If not we won’t be here” I admitted quietly, looking at how his fingers moved beneath mine. "You didn't overreact," he said, something firm underneath the gentleness. "Your body reacted. That's different. You didn't choose to faint, and you definitely didn't choose the Braxton Hicks. None of this is something you did wrong." "I know, logically." I traced the lines of his knuckles absently, not quite meeting his eyes. "It just feels like a lot, all in one day. The article, Trent, fainting, this.”

‎ ‎"I know I hurt you." ‎ ‎"Yes." ‎ ‎"I know what I did was wrong." ‎ ‎"Yes." ‎ ‎"I've been thinking about everything." ‎ ‎I folded my arms. ‎ ‎"And?" ‎ ‎"I made a terrible mistake." ‎ ‎There it was again. ‎ ‎A mistake. ‎ ‎I looked away. ‎ ‎I didn't know why that word bothered me so much. ‎ ‎Maybe because mistakes sounded accidental. ‎ ‎Like spilling coffee. ‎