Mistakes Were Made But Not By Me Novels & Stories

He spoke to me as though I was a teenager. Aww, what a caring daddy! Bullshit. "I am responsible! Yes, I may appear reckless at times, but what happened today was a sheer mistake," I yelled, grinding my teeth in frustration. Just a sheer mistake.. Now I looked like a mental patient. My makeup ruined, clothes dirty, hair smelly and unkempt. I cursed my overly sensitive nose. "A sheer mistake can kill someone. Do you even understand that? Rare or not, this could have ended with someone in the hospital

Whatever this was—whatever almost happened—it would stay right here, contained in one reckless night I didn’t intend to repeat. Surely, I told myself, it was just a moment. A lapse in judgment. A mistake I wouldn’t make twice.

my head ached as I tried remembering the awful events from last night. “I bumped into my fiancé’s wedding, we had a little argument then I found myself here,” I said and the doctors and nurses faces turned blue showing a sign of remorse for me. “Last I checked, I’m here for me to get better, not to get pity from people who barely even know me!” I snapped. “It was a bad experience and no one deserves to be treated that way but you need to calm down and tell us how you feel and the series of events before that one,” the doctor explained and I kept mute for a while before looking him in the face.

He looks miserable so I go and grab his handsome face in my hands staring into those beautiful eyes, "What's done is done, don't beat yourself up over this okay? I've learned that people make mistakes all the time. The thing is, we don't know we're making A mistake, While we're making The mistake! But wisdom is gained by learning from the mistake made and not making it again!"

I shook my head slowly. “No,” I whispered again. But this time, it wasn’t denial. It was realization. A very cold realization. I had been a mistake. And now… He was fixing it.

I stepped forward, gasping. "No," I replied. "I refuse to repeat the same error." Her head was cocked. She grinned broadly. "Who said you made a mistake?" Then— The world fell apart

“I made her suffer more than anyone should. I didn’t realize the full extent of the damage I caused until she was gone.” “We all make mistakes,” Diana offered gently. “But this wasn’t just a mistake. I hurt her deliberately. You’re too young to understand,” he said with a bittersweet smile. “Too young?” Diana replied, raising an eyebrow. “Look at me. I’m young, but here I am, living in a foreign country, surrounded by people I don’t know, speaking a new language, and taking responsibility for myself. Maybe I am young, but one thing I know for sure—no one’s too young or too old to make mistakes.”

"What is your reason for arguing against the decision, Harper? Even though Mabel has admitted her mistake." "It's not Mabel's fault; I made this mistake. I was the one who entered your room, hoping to assist fellow workers here, and I didn't know that that would happen." "Well, do you have any options to fix this problem? Since the items you destroyed are items that no one in this world sells." I took a deep breath, thinking about the anxiety I felt. I can't possibly allow anyone else to bear the burden of my mistakes. Moreover, Mabel did not have any faults.

A few minutes later, we arrived at the house, and I couldn't hold it any longer. "What happened back there? Do you realize it’s a public place? Do I look like someone who does charity work?" I was mad at her, and I didn’t hide it. "It was a mistake. I won’t cause any more commotion outside." I scoffed. A mistake? If she hadn’t bullied someone, how could she have made such a mistake? "Okay! It’s a mistake, and I will agree with that. We all make mistakes, right? But what that little boy said—was that also a mistake?"

I had been too lost in thoughts to hear the feet or notice the presence of a person. And that was when I understood that I had made a grave mistake.