Remorse: The List Novels & Stories

I say goodnight, turn on my side, and lie down. I lay here in the bed for a while waiting for sleep to take me over, but it doesn’t. I listen for any sound in the air, but all I hear is Bryce's steady breathing, and I know he isn’t sleeping. I turned on my back and decided to address the elephant in the room. “Can we talk?” Bryce turns onto his back. “Sure.” “I want to say I’m sorry for pushing you away when my memories came back.” “It’s ok. I understand.”

After few minutes of training, Mrs Smith came to address everybody, both newly assigned assassinators and special ones (old members) "Good morning, everyone!" "Good morning, ma'am!" They replied bowing down. "Without wasting much of our time, I will go straight to the point. My son, Justin, of which all of you know had an accident and is suffering amnesia now will be staying here. He had little memory of this place and so it isn't a familiar environment to him especially in his condition right now. So I took it upon myself to come here and inform you all personally to treat him well and respect him… have I made myself clear?!" She said sharply.

"Regret is wishing things had gone differently. Remorse is understanding you hurt someone and genuinely wanting to make it right." "Which is why I'm making David do this publicly. If he's really remorseful, he'll follow through. If he's not, it'll show." "And you'll drop him as a client." "In a heartbeat." I saved my document. "I'm not building my reputation on helping companies fake accountability. That makes me no better than the people who helped Ethan try to destroy me."

A profound, bottomless sorrow. "The land remembers the pain it caused," Elara whispered, her hand pressed to her chest. "It's sick with it." They set up camp on a small, rocky hill that gave them a view of the valley. As Ronan tried to light a fire, the wood, though dry, refused to catch. It just smoked, giving off a smell like old anger. "The memories here are too strong," the Remnant observed. "They resist the present, they do not want new stories, like the warmth of a fire, they only want to replay the old, dark ones."

The city’s glow is enough. I think about the mother I pretended to be. The sister I destroyed. The children I made pawns on my chessboard. The father who warned me and then turned away when I didn’t listen. The man who loved the ghost of me because he never saw the corpse I really was. Maybe the worst part is that remorse doesn’t heal you. It just leaves you raw — the scab pulled off every hour until you forget what new skin feels like. I pick up my phone. Open the contacts I haven’t called in weeks.

they confessed, their voice filled with a sense of genuine remorse. Liam's expression softened, his voice carrying a mix of caution and compassion. "Redemption is a journey that requires immense dedication and true transformation. If you are sincere in your desire to make amends, we will consider assisting you, but the road to redemption will not be easy," he cautioned, his voice filled with a mix of skepticism and a glimmer of hope.

Remington placed his palms on his waist. It'd been hard enough for all the weight to fall on them both, but now Taborie was sick. I closed my eyes and listened for a helicopter, but I only heard the rushing river and growing wind. Remington walked over to the fire and leaned back against his palms. He looked sadder today, stressed and I hated that I was one of the reasons. "I'm sorry," I said. "None of this is your fault, Jane." "You think we're being punished for lying?"

I thought about Sarah's letters, about years of remorse written in shaky handwriting. "Yes," I said slowly. "People can be sorry for big bad things too. But being sorry doesn't mean we have to forget what they did. And it doesn't mean they don't have to face consequences." "So we can say 'I hear that you're sorry' but still be sad about what they did?" "Exactly. We can acknowledge someone's remorse without letting it erase our pain." Emma nodded, satisfied with this answer, and returned to her drawing. But her innocent question rattled around in my head for the rest of the evening.

Fidelis smiles at the baby blowing him a kiss, and drops the baby in my arms and turns to a grieving father and husband. “Hit me! I deserve your wrath. What I’ve done in the past was unforgivable. I'm deeply sorry for my actions but remorse isn’t enough to make the hurt go away.” “If you’re remorsed then don’t cross paths with me or my son ever again, not now and not in the future.” “You would have to be convincing to do that.” “What?..”