But It's Not Your Fault But Mine の小説・ストーリー

“I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to make you scared.” “You didn’t mean to get shot either,” I sniffled, trying to wipe my tears with my sleeve. “But you did, It was because of me , the whole time I was here, praying, hoping you’d wake up and… you did.” I smiled faintly, holding his hand against my cheek. “ It’s not your fault …Don’t say that “ Rue stared at me for a long moment, his eyes soft. “You really stayed here all through?” “Yes,” I said firmly. “Where else would I go? You think I could just leave you like that? No way.”

“I'm so sorry.” “It's not your fault, honey.”

She started murmuring 'I deserve the pain' while sobbing. "No, baby. No. It's not your fault and Georgina has no more right to hurt you. If they were angry, they should have just confronted me, I would have. Because I'm the one at fault." The father held herface as it spoke. "Remember this. You're out of all our trouble. It's not your fault, okay?" His father hugged her tightly.

“You would… you would give up… all your…” He rubbed one hand over his face. “What other alternative do I have? Watch you get dragged through the mud?” He shook his head and looked off in the distance. “If I hadn’t been so fucking stupid…” “It’s my fault,” I whispered. He laughed once, short and bitter. “No, it was all me, and we both know it. I let my dick do my thinking for me, and this is what – ” “No,” I choked out. “I mean… if you give in to them… then it’s my fault.”

It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault. one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five He was a monster. He was a monster. He was a monster. It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault. one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five It was Jasper’s fault.

Here is the accusation I dreaded he would make sooner or later. “ It’s not my fault. ” I tell him. “ But it’s your mother’s. ” He shrugs his shoulders, coming to stop right in front of me. “ I am not accountable for her mistakes. ” It’s shameful of me, my soul screams at me. The smile which had faltered over his lips comes back, wider this time. “ Good. ” He pats my shoulder. Unlike others who can not touch me, his hand lands over my shoulder, making contact.

Just watching me in that pure calm that only he can achieve. “It’s my fault,” “It’s my fault,” I say again, stronger this time, my voice shaking with the weight of it. I can feel the words building inside me, as though saying them over and over will somehow make them less painful. “No, it’s not,” he says sharply, his voice steady, trying to ground me. “It's my fault!” I snap, the words tearing from my throat. “I did this. If I hadn’t—”

So its my fault ? Damn him !

Something resigned that broke my heart into even smaller pieces. "Angel," he sighed. He pulled me back in, resting his chin on my head. "You don't have to cry over that. It's not your fault. It's my fault for not managing my finances properly." I folded my hands behind his back, my nails digging crescents into my palms. It wasn't his fault, it was mine.

And it’s all my fault. I may as well be dead too.