Romans & histoires Zombie Apologize

“Not the bar back room or the tattoo place. The kitchen. That occasion of a few choice words.” “That one, yes. I – oh, shit, Scars. I was way out of line. I’m sorry.” Zoe struggled to find the words, surprised how much it mattered to her that she get this right. Suddenly stopping at ‘I’m sorry’ just didn't feel like enough. “I’m – I’m horrified at how I behaved, and I’m embarrassed. You were so great with Keira and bringing me dinner, and I just… I was rude. I was more than rude. I was – what I said was unforgivable, but I still want to ask you to forgive me. If you can, I mean. I’d like to ask – I’d like to ask if you could please forgive me.”

"I know what I'm about to say will sound unbelievable, but I hope that you can listen to me patiently till the end." I sat across from them before spilling the beans about my rebirth in a few broad strokes. "In three hours, the zombie outbreak will begin. I hope that we can survive the apocalypse this time as a family." My voice gradually became choked up. When I remembered the three solitary years I had spent in my previous life, all I could feel was pain and loneliness overwhelming me. The experience of being bitten to death in my previous life still haunted me. The pain of losing my family almost broke me down during the start of the apocalypse. This time, I would not let them leave me no

In a sincere and apologetic tone, Harrison said "I'm so sorry if this is upsetting or confusing. I don't mean to hurt you by not being able to remember things. It's not something I can control. I know it must be frustrating for you, and I feel terrible that I can't give you the answers you're looking for. Please forgive me."

Dan immediately fell silent. In the days that followed, I didn’t rush to kill them. After all, in an apocalypse where supplies were scarce and manpower even scarcer, labor was a valuable resource. I fitted both of them with electronic shackles and put them to work, clearing zombies around the villa complex, tending the vegetable garden, and doing laundry.

"Is he—" "He is dead," Zynah interrupted, her voice trembling a little. She gulped and then lowered her head; memories of his last moments suddenly surging into her. "For quite a while now," She mustered the courage to continue speaking. "So, you can't possibly speak to him now, can you?" For the first time, the man's demeanor softened. He actually looked like he regretted his words. "I'm sorry," he apologized. Zynah looked up at him, but his gaze was lowered. She had no idea what he was apologizing for. Was it for accusing her of being a terrible parent or for something else?

“I’m calling to apologize about everything that happened just now. I shouldn’t have been so rude.” Zane hesitated for a few moments. “It’s fine… but does this mean that you won’t go for the opening anymore?” “I don’t know yet.”

With a heartfelt tone, Zara said, "I just wanted to check on you and say how sorry I am. My dad lost his temper yesterday and hurt you by mistake. I'm here to apologize on his behalf. "I brought some small gifts to show you my sincerity. I'll take care of all your medical bills from now on. I'm really, really sorry." Before Jane could respond, her mom got mad. "If saying sorry could fix everything, we wouldn't need the police to handle things for us! Do you realize your dad almost killed my daughter yesterday? She could've died!" Zara maintained her sincere tone. "I know we're in the wrong, and I just want Nurse Jane to get better. My dad didn't mean to do it. He was just upset because of my

"Since you didn't reply the text, I wanted to make sure you're okay in person." Dear God he's so sweet! And I'm so pathetic for using him. Guilt rises in me again and now, I just want to make it up to him. He won't take Zeke off my mind, and I'm not about using him to do so again. Just a redo of our date to at least reward him for his wasting his efforts on me. "I must really apologize for last night. It was fair of me to have left you the way I did." "You don't have to apologize, really. I completely understand. I mean, I must have gotten carried away talking about myself that I bored you out of your mind." He gives me a knowing look and we both chuckle.

“Then apologize. Sincerely. Repeatedly.” “Until the other person chooses to believe you.” He paused. Then looked directly at me. “I’m sorry.” The entire class froze. I closed my laptop without expression. “Class dismissed.” In the hallway, someone grabbed my wrist. “Claire.” “Let go.” “Listen to me.” I finally turned around. Months of buried emotions suddenly found a way out. “What exactly do you need to apologize for?” I heard my own voice shaking. “I’m human. You’re a vampire. I was never good enough for you.”

When you want to apologize to someone: You make them food, it's that simple, pack something light, not too bulky, something easily digestible and that's it. You've earned their forgiveness. Zoey didn't think that would work, but here she was, at Dexter's company, attempting to apologize over food. As she clutched the hand-basket in her hand, she started questioning all her life decisions, well, she should apologize for everything. The moment she reached the receptionist, she said, not too quite cheerfully.