روايات وقصص ضمن My Body Is Not An Apology

Joanne clutched her throat in agony, struggling to breathe. As death closed in, she saw me due to her obsession. She reached out to me weakly as two streams of tears slid down her bloodshot eyes. She looked at me pleadingly, her confession raw and sincere. "Charles, I'm coming to find you. I was wrong. I know I messed up. Please forgive me, okay?" I looked at her silently for a long moment before answering, "No." Joanne closed her eyes in despair, and the tears stopped. By now, I felt nothing anymore. My heart had long ceased to stir.

"The letter kept changing. It started as an apology and became a justification and then became an apology again, and then eventually it became something I couldn't categorize." "What was it, in the end?" "An attempt to explain," he said. "Which is different from an apology and different from a justification. An apology says: what I did was wrong. A justification says: what I did had reasons. An explanation says: here is what I was, honestly, in the moment I made the choice I made, and I am not asking you to forgive it but I am asking you to understand that the person who made it is not the person I intended to be."

He took a step closer, heat simmering off his skin. “Is that what this is?” His voice dropped. “You parading another man in front of me like some kind of game?” “No,” she snapped. “This is me choosing not to drown in old ghosts.” There it was. Unspoken truth hanging between them like a live wire. “I don’t have time for this,” she said. “You called me here for what? An apology?” Judah hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. That.” But the apology never came. Instead, silence swept the room—tense, electric, and full of everything they weren’t saying.

So just asking for an apology is more of a suspicious way to begin with. Could that be the reason why l haven't gotten any messages yet?! Now my whole life is at the center of an apology.. It is either l apologize or watch my clip spread across the world. An apology that l can't tell what will happen next. If he was truly him or not? For goodness sake this whole thing is really messing with my head. I voiced to myself, my head slightly bent to the ground. Still staring at the ground, l wondered if l should accept his apology request or not.

"And you're still crying." "I'm sorry," I croaked out, feeling my body tense as I cried. Her hands left mine as she used her fingers to tilt my head up until my eyes were on her. My vision was blurry. "I'm really sorry for everything," I said, kneeling down. "I know my apologies won't be able to bring back your daughter. I know my apologies won't be able to erase the pain I caused you, but I want you to know that I'm deeply sorry. You might not be able to acknowledge my apologies, but I just want you to know I am deeply sorry. Please, forgive me-"

"The difference is empty can't be filled. Tired can rest." I wipe my face with my hands. My makeup is probably destroyed. I probably look like hell. For once, I don't care. "I'm sorry," I mutter. "For what?" "For this. For crying. For being a mess. You didn't sign up for—" "Stop apologizing." There's steel in his voice now. "Stop apologizing for having feelings. For being human. For needing something." "But you're working. This is your job. You shouldn't have to—"

“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.

For a heartbeat I watched the world act of its own accord: Flora’s mouth opened, a single gasp that might have been a plea or a name; the candle flame guttered; a hot, liquid note of iron filled the air and sat on my tongue like truth. Her body folded with a graceless honesty, joints and bone betraying every practiced posture of the living. She hit the floor in a heap that smelled faintly of lavender and the expensive soap she always used, the scent absurd and unbearable in the sharp newness of blood. Her eyes stayed open glass pools reflecting the room, the chandelier, the gun in my hand. In them there was a question like a small animal, skating back and forth in panic. I had no answer, onl

What am I going to do with his coax if he doesn’t know what he did wrong? “Then what do you need from me? My body?!” Wow! The thickness of his face. “Yuck! Eww! I don’t need your body!” “Then what do you need?” “Isn’t it obvious?” “I’m not going to guess what you want!” “Gosh, Shin! A simple sorry, that’s all I need. A simple apology is all I need.” “Then, sorry.” I was stunned. “Can you express some feelings while you’re apologizing? “

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.”