Mistakes Were Made But Not By Me Novels & Stories

She kept her eyes on me, and I could see the remorse in her dark born orbs. "We said those things to you without even checking the facts. If Mr Carlisle hadn't said the truth and if you hadn't defended yourself, you would have been accused without proof. I'm really sorry for what I did." "Me too." the tall and lanky one said. The others also inputted, making me smile. "Owning up to your mistakes... I'm really thankful for this. Also, you were misled, it's not all your fault." "No." the short haired one said, raising her hands up, "don't try to make excuses for us, Miss Harvey. As employees and human beings, it's our job to check the facts before we say something on it. We didn't, and we caus

I had not commanded silence. But I had shaped it. The realization made my chest tighten painfully. This was not how the hierarchy returned. It did not storm in with authority. It seeped through efficiency, through the relief of letting one voice decide when uncertainty felt heavy. I called for a gathering immediately. Not to defend myself. To name the slip before it widened. “I made a mistake,” I said plainly when we sat together. “Not in the agreement itself, but in how it came to pass.” Murmurs rippled. Surprise. Confusion.

However, there was one mistake she made and became the root of my misery: she did not consider me before taking an action; she did not consult me about what she wanted to do. Meanwhile, I also made one mistake: I did not consider anything that might happen before accepting the pinkish cloud, which was not, to my knowledge, a curse. I became the fuel of my own misery. It means that we both made mistakes and should help each other fix what we did wrong. "Is there something bothering you and you're lulled?" Alicia broke the silence. "If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask me."

I couldn’t believe I’d messed up so badly—bringing the wrong phone, accidentally reading a message that wasn’t meant for me, and then blurting out something so… stupid. I shook my head, trying to push the embarrassment aside. There was nothing I could do about it now. The only thing that mattered was moving forward and making sure I didn’t make the same mistake twice. I had to stay focused, especially if I wanted to earn Alpha Hades’ recognition. I wasn’t about to let a single slip-up ruin all the progress I’d made.

What I do know is I was caught red handed. "Great" I whisper under my breath, mentally smacking myself. I fixed my composure and looked out the window, sitting on the opposite side of Adria. Adam chuckled "there is no point in hiding the fact that you were staring at her like a creep, I caught you already." "I was just making sure she was ok" I said still not turning to look at him. Adam rolled his eyes "I think that's the dumbest excuse I have ever heard, I mean ever, from a guy who was caught checking out a girl"

“He did? Oh… Either way, I’m sorry. I didn’t intend to.” “It’s totally fine, Adria. I know you’ve been having a hard time lately, but I want you to know that none of this is your fault, okay? All these people going missing, it’s not because you dallied with the wrong person. Things like this just happen, and we can’t move on if we blame ourselves, okay? So, I want you to stop blaming yourself.” “I’m just being hard on myself because I think I made the mistake.” “So what? Everyone makes mistakes. Mistakes are meant to be made by everyone. Some people made mistakes that ruined their lives. Others made mistakes that cost their lives, but you still have a chance.

What needed to be done had been done. “I made a mistake. I allowed personal feelings to cloud my judgment, and I take full responsibility for the confusion and damage being caused.” she said.

I muttered. “Maybe,” she allowed. “But not for the reasons you think.” I frowned slightly, confusion cutting through the haze in my head. “What does that mean?” “It means,” she said, “you’re acting like the worst thing you did was get caught.” That hit harder than I expected. “That’s not….” I started, but the words fell apart before I could finish them. Because… maybe it wasn’t entirely wrong. She didn’t push. “You made mistakes,” she continued. “You hurt someone. You hurt yourself. And yes, you handled things badly.”

“It’s grown-up stuff. Complicated grown-up stuff.” “But why was everyone angry at you?” She looked up at me and her bottom lip jutted out, trembling, and I bit the inside of my cheek so hard I tasted blood. “Sometimes people make mistakes,” I said gently, peeling her shoes off one at a time. “And other people get upset about those mistakes.” “Was it a really bad mistake?” I pulled her pyjama top over her head and buttoned the front carefully, focusing on the small motion of my fingers because it kept me from falling apart. “Yes,” I admitted quietly. “It was.”

“Do I?” “Because we’ve made mistakes in the past,” I said slowly, watching her closely. “Things we regret. It's going to be hard for you to trust us if you know everything that we've done.” She tilted her head slightly, eyes still gentle. “We all make mistakes, don’t we? I don't think life would be so easy it's everyone were so perfect. It's scary to be perfect and it's okay to make mistakes. As long as the mistake doesn't take a person's life or completely ruin them, I think it can be forgiven.”