My Body Is Not An Apology Novels & Stories

"I apologize for being rude a while ago" I started on saying. Seeing that 'Geon' did not mean on accepting my apology. I heaved a deep sigh and shook my head while opening my lips to say once again. "I am just a foreign soul that was sent into this world to do a task made by a person who was the original owner of the body I took possession on so I will not feel burdened by the fact that I just used this body without the consent of yours....." A long speech was formed by me.

I try to think of something to say to her but my words are stuck as I want to enjoy the moment too. “I want to apologize to you both for the joke that I made earlier. I only had the intention of clearing the air. I didn't mean to make you so upset” She says once i have lowered my form to her. Unable to allow her to feel like this is entirely her fault, I push forward as Apollo allows me to. Being in the forefront in his body is odd as the weight of him settles with me but I push past the odd changes I feel so that I can speak to her.

He looked up, assessing me with clinical detachment. "Better," he pronounced. "Now get dressed. Something decent but not flashy. This isn't a business meeting or a date. It's an apology tour." I moved to my closet, selecting clothes with little attention or care. "You make it sound so simple." "It is simple," Xavier countered. "You messed up. You apologize. You make it right." "And if I can't? Make it right?" The fear that had been hovering at the edges of my consciousness pushed forward, demanding acknowledgment. "What if this is the one thing I can't fix with money or charm or promises?"

“I know. It’s just… something really horrible happened to me in the past. Since then, I haven’t been the same. My body just reacts on its own sometimes. It’s trauma, and…I hope you understand.” There was a flicker of something in his eyes—concern, maybe. Compassion. He nodded instantly. “Of course I do. No need to apologize. I didn’t mean to sound like I was scolding you. I’m the one who’s sorry for being a jerk.” I gave him a tired smile. “Apology accepted.” He grinned and opened the passenger door for me. “See? We’re already off to a great start. Now please get in before I change my mind and take you somewhere really embarrassing.”

And I didn't mind being a terrible person for as long as that apology soothed me. “It's okay” I muttered silently— but deep down, I knew it wasn't okay. My scalp and cheek still stings from the hit, my self worth was bashed like I wasn't a mere statue with no emotion. But it will pass. And that apology was more than enough to help me get past this… as I've always done without one.

I need this job now more than ever before. "I'm sorry sirs, if I did anything to upset you in any way." I apologized, and they just burst into laughter. "Don't people who are honestly sorry go on their knees or something?" he said after a while, and I got on my knees quietly. "I'll forgive you just this once, only because of that sexy body of yours. Don't think I'll be this lenient with you if this happens again." He licked his lips slowly.

“I'm so sick of you doing whatever you like and thinking that one apology automatically erases all your wrong doings.” “It has become our routine, first you do it, then you apologise, then you do it again. I’m sick of it, aren’t you?!” Denis' mouth was slightly open in the shock of realisation. Pain and regret weighed him down. “I’ve had enough of it,” all the yelling was causing I’m here head to ache even more, she winced again and Denis stretched his hands to touch her but she moved.

I was still so angry with him, but I felt so cold and lonely without him here either. I moved to the bed and crawled under the covers, trying to get warm. I grabbed the phone that he had brought me the other day. Mine was long gone. I pulled up Sophie's number and sent her a text. I owe her an apology. "I'm sorry. I am just not OK right now and need some time. Please don't hate me." Her reply was instant. "I would never hate you and I just wanted to help. When you're ready for the help I'm here. Whatever it is. I will bury a body for you."

It would be easier to think straight if he wasn't holding me— if his skin wasn't in contact with mine. “I…I am sorry. I didn't realize that I was hurting you,” “It's fine, your highness. You don't need to apologize to me,” I muttered, bowing my head in shame. “Don't ever say something like that. You are a being, aren't you?” “I…i..think..,” I stuttered, the words not making sense to me. “So why then should I not apologize? I was hurting you, wasn’t I?” “I didn't think of it that way,”

“Not just for yesterday. Or for shutting you out. I’m sorry for… every time I made you carry us both. Every time I couldn’t look at you because I hated myself more than the enemy.” I pull the sheet around me and sit beside him. My throat tightens, because it’s real. Not the angry kind of apology people say when they’re cornered. This is the kind that costs something. I rest my hand on his back. “I hear you. But an apology isn’t magic. You don’t get forgiven overnight because you said the words.” He nods slowly. “I know.” “You need to actually live like you want to be forgiven,” I say. “Not just survive.”