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His arms were hugging him, he tapped his right foot on the ground simultaneously as he bowed his head in disappointment. "Jeremy!" I ran towards him and sobbed more in his arm as he stood from his chair to give me a hug. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to---". "I know you did not do it" he cuts in. "Thank you, thank you for coming" I squeezed my arms around him. "It's okay, let's go home" he patted me on my back. He drove slowly like he was thinking of something in his head. "I fear he may die. He was in a bad state when I saw him. Dude just completed his finals" he finally spoke.

he said. I stopped him there, there was no need for him to explain anymore, it wasn't his fault, and I nearly showed my anger towards him, I looked up into his eyes with a sad look, “sorry” I said. Knowing I should've heard his explanation first rather than get ahead of my emotions. But nevertheless, he was beaten by no reason by Zack. Now I truly do feel sorry but luckily, he’ll heal in no time. He gave a soft smile, “it's fine”

I snapped He sighed "I'm sorry Michael" ♤♡♧♧♡♡♤●■●

“Which is why you should allow her to speak. You just cut her off, that's not so gentlemanly.” “Whoa! He noticed. Nothing really passes him.” I said in my head. “I'm sorry G.P. I didn't mean to.” He apologized but the old man shook his head. “You should apologize to her instead, not me.” He said and Sorin turned his head to look at me. “Babe, I'm sorry.” He said, holding my hands in his, and thankfully my reaction wasn't that bad because I was caught off guard. “He sure knows how to pretend.” I thought.

I am sorry once again for the confusion caused. Thanks for your understanding 😊

“I’m still figuring out what normal looks like without her in it.” Silence. Not uncomfortable — the silence of someone receiving something properly. “I’m sorry,” he said. Simply, without reaching for more than that. “Thank you.” “Is that what tonight was about? Getting out of the house?” “Well not necessarily.” I looked at the table. “Partly I just needed to remember I was still a person.” “You’re very much a person,” he said. “For what it’s worth from someone who’s known you for two hours.” This time I did laugh. Small, quiet, real.

Like having to literally run away from a horde of ducks and their ducklings, three manecoon cats, and two German Shepherds that targeted my shoes, I had to listen to this twenty-two-year-old man sob about some mystery woman and his pet sister. “You know what’s worse?” he squeaks, voice nearly gone now, before grabbing the box of tissues he brought along to blow his nose into. “No, but I’m sure you’ll let me hear all about it.” “Marcus might be resigning! He could literally be someone sobbing his heart out right now, but I can’t even call to apologize because he’s blocked me everywhere.” He leans over and grabs a large bag of cheese-flavored chips before stuffing his face with a handful of th

"I wanted to apologize to you for what happened in Saratoga and leaving you there' JC said 'it's fine you didn't hurt me l had it coming for walking out on you' I said crossing my arms' I still want to apologize are we good?' he asked' we're okay anyways I see you around in school' I said turning towards my car 'actually would you be able to give us a ride?' he said point at juan and brian 'Get in' I said

His eyes bore into mine, brimming with a profound sadness that seemed to defy explanation or understanding. His voice trembled as he spoke, his eyes filled with regret and sorrow. "I'm sorry, Artemis," he repeated, his words heavy with guilt. The air around them seemed severe as the silence stretched, punctuated only by his ragged breathing. Finally, he took a step forward, and his hand outstretched in a gesture of apology.

His grief has consumed him, twisted him into something no human should be. “I’m sorry,” I choke out. The words feel weak, meaningless. “But believe me... Papà wouldn’t do such a thing without a reason. He wouldn’t kill people like that. He respects the North. I’m sorry.” “Sorry?” he repeats, mockery dripping from his tone. “Sorry won’t bring them back. Sorry won’t fix what’s been ruined."