But It's Not Your Fault But Mine Novels & Stories

“It’s no one’s fault!” I shook my head, but he stood from his chair and limped over to me and hugged me. “It’s not your fault, anymore than it’s Scott’s or Tiff’s or Shirley’s or mine. It’s just something that happened, and there isn’t anything we can do to change it. You can’t keep blaming yourselves,” he said, looking at each of us. “It’s not your fault,” he whispered, tucking my head under his chin.

She says, over and over again. “ It's not your fault, it was an accident. '' I say. ''You also do not.” she whispers, catching me off guard.

"Gale, it's not my fault..." 'Don't blame me.'

“It is all my fault, so if you want to blame anybody, it should be me and not him. He has not done anything wrong at all.” I stared at Mina and suddenly gave a sarcastic smile. “Are you done?”

“You’re not troubling anyone. Not me.” She shakes her head. “I am. Everyone is unhappy because of me. They think I’m a blessing, but I’m a curse.” I go still. The way she says it, so calm, like she truly believes it. Like she’s already convinced herself. She sounds like that she believes that everything that happened with her is her fault. And that pisses me off. “You’re not,” I say, my voice low but sharper than before. “None of this is your fault. Do you hear me? None of it.”

It's over. It's over and it's my fault. It's my fault. I'm the problem. It's me mummy. It's me.

he abruptly cut himself off. I shuffled closer to him and held his gaze while saying my next words. "I want you to know that none of it was your fault. It was not your fault that you were lied to and kept in the dark. You had a lot of things going on, on top of that. So, don't you dare blame yourself for something that was not in your control."

Maybe I need to understand him, but I'm narrow-minded and didn't even try understanding him. So, it's my fault? It's all my fault...

Gentle. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I never knew they would come. I never wanted you to face that again.” My heart squeezed. His touch made me cry harder. I shook my head. “It’s not your fault,” I choked. “It’s me. It’s always me. I only bring trouble… shame… pain.” He moved closer. His hand slid down, holding mine. His fingers were firm, like he was trying to keep me from falling apart. “Don’t say that. Don’t ever say that again. You’re not the one at fault. They are. Him. His family. Not you.”

I cut her off right there. “I said that they died because I tried to reach out for you. But you get the meaning wrong. It’s not your fault. That sentence could even imply my own fault in it, and believe me, I went down that very dark path, too, believing it was my fault. But it’s neither your nor my fault. It’s utterly alone Drake’s fault,” her hands clasp across her mouth in shock as those words escape my lips.