This is a story of a man and his mistakes, apologized for too late. This is a story of a woman who died, and forgave too soon. This is a story of a day spent in silence, a beautiful sunset, a heartbroken lover and a bouquet of torn flowers. This is a story.
NOTE: This is (true to form) a fairly angsty story. So don't read it is you don't go for that kind of thing.
**Song-fic to Sorry by Buckcherry**
Story Notes:More begging... But please, if you like it, hate it, or didn't really care, leave a review telling me so. Oh, and please, if you find any mistakes, leave a review at my doorstep for me to adopt. My story is very lonely without any friends.
**DISCLAIMER: JK ROWLING OWNS EVERYTHING IN THIS STORY, ASIDE FROM THE LYRICS AND PLOT. THE LYRICS BELONG TO BUCKCHERRY. I AM JUST PLAYING IN HER WORLD A BIT.**