Ain T My Fault Novels & Stories

Someone who fit. I'd tried so hard. Had picked it out, had styled my hair, had done my makeup. Had done everything right. And it had still been wrong. I had still been wrong. Maybe I walked around oblivious. He was angry. His phone cracked. The guilt spiraled in my stomach like something living. It was my fault. I'd hit him. I'd caused damage. I'd been the problem in that equation. But then... He called me sad to watch. He said my parents failed at everything.

Annie was firm. I took a deep breath. Both of us had been raising our voices so it would be nice for the guilty person to stop first. Annie stopped as well. She had turned away from me again, brewing with pure, undiluted anger. “I am sorry. I caused everything entirely. I knew I was married yet I had a drink with another woman at a club. I still walked her to her door. I gave Martinez the wrong signals and caused what she did and what she's doing currently. I am totally at fault,” I admitted. I had done as Annie wanted, perhaps, peace would reign now.

I couldn’t understand what had happened, and the more I thought about it, the more the panic clawed at my chest. The moment we stepped outside, I felt the weight of their stares. Students lined the path, their eyes fixed on me, whispers spreading like wildfire. I could feel their judgment, their confusion, and their fear. **It’s my fault,** I thought, my heart sinking further. **It’s all my fault.** Among the crowd, Lisa’s familiar face appeared. The moment she saw me, she pushed through the others, her hands reaching out to cup my tear-streaked face. Her warmth, her softness, was a small comfort in the chaos.

I said, my anger evident in my tone as I stared at him. "I feel like it was my fault because I chickened out and one of the guys shot the other guy in the chest and that round was loaded, the one they shot almost died of a pulmonary edema" Austin explained and I couldn't help but he angry, it wasn't his fault he chickened out, he was a young of course he would chicken out. "Austin, whatever the fuck you're thinking is bullshit, it wasn't your fault, you were practically a kid then, so you had the right to be scared"

"If I'd have known, I would have never done a search." "Not your fault. My sister made a very valid point about my paranoia and instinct to act standoffish brought us more attention. If anyone is to blame it's me. I put the target on us by refusing to blend in and make friends." "You're right. It is your fault. So fix it."

for fûck sake she my responsibility I should have never left her...it's all my fault I sat down racking my hair with my hands "It's all my fault !"I cried out I should have been there for her....now she's hurt Arrrgggh "It's not your fault Liam... nobody knew something like this was gonna happen" Max said calmly "I knew something like this was gonna happen Max!"...i yelled "I should have never left her side "I muttered "B... but who on earth would do such a thing?"

I should really just screw them all and go live my best life. snort at the idea. I’m not a huge fan of this pathetic version of myself, and then I blink as if coming to a startling realization. I gape at Austin who is frowning, “This is your fault. All of this mess. I wasn’t this person till you came along.” “What?” He blinks. I get to my feet, staggering a little, and pushing him away when he tries to steady me. “No! You son of a bitch! All of this is your doing! I was fine!

Not knowing if I'd make the same mistakes again. Not knowing if I've learned anything at all. Just knowing that I'm alone. And it's entirely my own fault.

“What are you talking about? None of this is your fault! You have nothing to blame yourself for.” “Had I not introduced you two to each other...” There was a small choke in his voice, but he recovered quickly. “...then perhaps you would both be happy now. I hate to see you two suffering.” "It was my fault.” I sighed. “If there’s one person to blame, it’s me. I failed Emelia, and now she wants nothing to do with me. I’ve tried so hard to get back into her good graces, and to at least try and remain friends, but... I’m sorry. I know you loved

I tried to convince myself, and I heaved deeply. It was Megan’s fault! Everything happening is her fault! I groaned deeply as I stared at her, and breathed deeply. “I did what I did to get what was mine back,” I thought and heaved deeply. “So it’s obviously her fault,” I muttered and breathed deeply. “She should never have tried to take what does not belong to her,” I thought with a smirk on. I facepalmed myself as I groaned loudly. Leaning back on my seat, I shook my head tiredly.