Novel & Cerita Sorry Paragraph For Him

He whined and gave a pout as he noticed I was still giving him the harsh glare. "Extreme dance rehearsals on friday, does that ring a bell?" I questioned, raising my left eyebrow for emphasis. "Awwn, I'm so so sorry baby, I'm really sorry," He apologized. "I didn't know it would lead to this, I'm sorry, forgive me please, am too young to die". "Dude." I sighed. "In case you haven't noticed, I can barely sit straight not to talk of killing you, which I wouldn't even do, that's except you steal my food".

Did he feel like this when he was dying, tears came rolling out again. I let go and put his hands on my shoulders. Then he just looked at me for a second, his dark eyes shifting back and forth, his hair plastered around his face by the wind. My cheeks were kind of blushing and I was breathing hard from crying and having to talk, the cold hushed my throat dry. “I’m sorry,” He said. “I f***ed up, he could have still been alive,” I muttered slowly. “What?” “I mean, I didn’t want to end things like that. Do you think it's okay giving up and stay neutral?” I inquired.

He noticed there's a total of two letters, which is odd since he expects to have two letters, one for him and one for Katherine. "Weird there's a two letters. Let me read it out loud." Jonathan suggested, and Katherine nodded. Jonathan takes the first letter. Dear fellow players, I would like to apologize if I did something terrible or horrifying act to you and everyone else. I would like to apologize if I'm not a good person to you and to everyone else. I'm so sorry. Also, thank you if we made a memory despite the elimination method being death. I'm glad to be with you all guys.

"That doesn't excuse his behavior, I am sorry for how he acted he is usually not like that," "You don't have to apologize Jordan and besides, the others won't remember tomorrow, you know how much of a horrible drinker they are, we just got home, we left right after you guys did and the young man seems like a pretty nice person, I didn't pick any offense and the others are much too drunk to even think hard about what happened, so no need to apologize." "Oh, okay then, I am sorry I went missing in action on you guys, I don't have an excuse, I should have kept in touch with you guys more,"

He, in fact, looked haggard, almost unrecognizable. “Why do you want to see me?” She asked, curious at why the big car he usually carried around wasn't anywhere in sight. “Ah! Ms. Olsen, finally!” The guy didn't even stand from the ground. He scurried forward and held Heidi's leg, wailing, “Please forgive me, Ms. Olsen! I shouldn't have been rude! I am so sorry! Can you please ask Lucas Harrison to lift my Dad's punishment?” Lucas Harrison, again!

Until he noticed me lean a fraction farther forward. “Sorry,” he said. “I find such things difficult to hear and imagine. I always hoped that my gender will have more respect for yours, especially now that we have so few of you, but if anything the scarcity has made us worse. On behalf of such... swine, please accept my apology.” “Thank you,” I replied, barely able to get the words out as my eyes filled with tears. He gave me a moment, before holding out his hand to signal our return to the centre of the dojo.

It was sad, pitiful even, so much so that he's been standing here for a count of thirty minutes and not a single word left his quivering lips. He wanted to say sorry... Sorry that he was too scared to help. Sorry that he had seen the pain-filled eyes, but had done nothing to insert a little joy. He was sorry! Sorry that it took so long to figure it out. Sorry that he was so damn weak. Sorry that he couldn't grant protection. Sorry! He was sorry, so damn sorry! Sorry that he had to lose such an important person Sorry that they had to die? He was just sorry, but why wouldn't those words come out?

Am I the only one who feels that static? He helps me to my feet, and I apologize, " I'm sorry for bumping into you," I say, my voice unrecognizable to my ears. "Clearly," he points at his broken laptop. It must have fallen out of his hands when I bumped into him. "I am... sorry," I hesitate, not knowing what to say. I bet there were essential things on it. He looks at his wristwatch and walks past me like I am invisible, "Jeremy!" he yells.

Sophia’s POV I stay with him, sitting across from him on the sofa, watching him closely as he continues to sip on the water. The pain seems to be subsiding slightly, but I can still see the discomfort in his eyes. “I’m sorry for making you go Through all this trouble,” he says, breaking the silence, his voice still weak. I shake my head gently. “Don’t apologize. I’m just glad I’m here to help. You should have called me earlier if you weren’t feeling well.”

he punctuated his sentence with a sigh. "I'm sorry.” He shook his head. "It's not your fault, neither is it Amie's.” He shrugged, "It's beyond our control. And we have to do whatever we have to do to save Amie.” My eyes welled up. Oh God. How did I get so lucky? I threw my arms around him and hugged him tight, "Thank you, Dennis. Thank you so much!"