She Won't Forgive Novels & Stories

She would never forgive him. She can never forgive him. She can never forgive the murderer of her ex-boyfriend, Chris Holland. • • • • • •

Just love. Sophia was silent for a long, long moment. She set her plate down on the table. Her hands were trembling slightly. “I don’t know,” she said honestly. “I really don’t know. Part of me wants to. A big part of me. But I’m so tired of being hurt. I’m starting to think I might forgive him. Not right now. Not tomorrow. But maybe someday. When the pain isn’t so sharp. When I can look at him and not just see all the lonely nights.”

“I really am” She was quick to look back at her and it was unlike Sofia to be mad at someone for a really long time no matter whatever they did and whatever was to come. If she could sit there and forgive her best friend Emma for everything she’d done, forgive her ex, Damien, even forgive her father and her mother and Freya, then she might be able to forgive Annie. Because in retrospect, she was thinking about her when she mounted that stage but sometimes the hood can sometimes be the worst.

Susan's movements were incredibly stiff. She suppressed the excitement in her eyes and looked at Tara, "Miss Goodman , are you really willing to forgive me?" "Yes! The reason I'm willing to forgive you is simple: to give you another chance to hurt me, and to give me a chance to personally send you to jail. Your eyes can't fool me. You just don't want to go to jail, so you dragged this uncle here to play the pity card. I won't show any consideration for anyone who's hurt me. I hope this is the last time."

“How will I forgive you, Leo? Tell me. You slept with my best friend on our special night. I had it all planned. I thought I had a perfect relationship. No—you just ruined everything. You think I’m going to forgive you?” She just stood at the door, blinking back tears, leaving me standing there in the rain, pleading for her forgiveness. She showed no remorse. I just hated it when she believed I did something I didn’t do. Those words I thought she would say to forgive me clustered in my mind. It was very clear that there was nothing I could do to earn her forgiveness. Still, I didn’t mind—I would keep trying. Who knows? Maybe she would forgive me. I was still standing in the rain.

"That's the point, you know how much we stand to loose if we don't push through with that,do you hate me that much to have wanting to forfeit everything? Do you hate me that much that you will want to loose everything??" tears wear threatening to fall from her eyes. That shit won't work on me. I scoffed and pushed her gently from my path, Just when I got to the door already, she again came to my front. She was already crying. "I don't know what it is that you can never bring yourself to forgive me.." she yelled out tears . "Don't you wonder why I haven't gotten rid of you yet?? Joon her don't push me.. off my path or I snap your neck.."

“No. Forgiveness is for the weak. She has to die with the thought of me never forgiving her.” “Would you be satisfied to see her die? Why are you being stubborn!”

Those things made me lose her once more, and there’s no guarantee that she can still forgive me for all the things that I’ve done. No matter how much I try to please her and flatter her to reclaim her heart, it seems like nothing really takes an effect on her. Her forgiveness of me now seems impossible. I feel so hopeless. I am so losing too much hope because of my own countless wrongdoings that hurt her so many times.

Aiyana hugged herself and began to feel the flame that had made her suffer for almost a year. Even though she felt that she loved and wanted him very much, especially a perfect family with a father figure for her children. However, she simply did not feel she could forgive him. And there... Melinda was already there with a daughter. What did she expect? Aiyana held the center of her chest, which was aching. “Afgan! I can't accept you, forgive me, forgive Mom!” Sobbing, Aiyana squatted down slowly and began to link her hands with her knees. The woman began to sit down and felt a great devastation and disappointment in her life.

And I knew then—if I didn’t leave now, I’d do something I couldn’t confess away. I turned on my heel and stormed back into the church, ignoring the voices behind me, ignoring the prayers still echoing faintly off the walls. I sat in the first pew, gripping the edge until my knuckles whitened. “Forgive me,” I muttered under my breath. “Forgive me, because I don’t know how much longer I can fight this.” But when I closed my eyes, it wasn’t forgiveness I saw. It was Ezra’s smile. And the sound of his laugh still burned in my ears.