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

Miserable, even. “I don't know you well enough to understand what made you think this was your fault,” I said. “And I don't know what it's like to lose the only family you have. But I do know what it feels like to see someone you care about get hurt and feel completely helpless.” He didn't react to my words, so I continued. “It isn't your fault,” I said. “You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Don't blame yourself.”

I’m not following a healthy lifestyle at the moment to get me through this. I’m trying to find any excuse to make up for the crime I’ve committed against myself, but at the end of the day, I know that this all falls on me. I know that nobody is at fault but me. I wish I can turn back time, but I definitely cannot do that.

“But...” “No. Listen to me,” I cupped his face again, refusing to let him retreat into that familiar place of self-blame. “This was Aiden’s fault not yours. You gave me a job and damn it you gave it to Marcus too, whatever we do with the opportunity is our fault not yours, you can't blame yourself for the evil deeds of others.” After everything I said ,he still didn’t look convinced. I sighed. “This is why you’re impossible.” “I’m not impossible.”

"S-Something will always haunt all of us. But that doesn't mean you don't deserve all that life has to offer. Because you do. You deserve happiness. She would have wanted that for you." “ Do you think so?” He asked looking at me "I know," I confirm. "And f-for you, it was probably hard to see that what happened wasn't your fault. It becomes so hard to stop blaming yourself when what you experienced feels so real, so dependent on your actions. But some things are always going to be out of our control. So, what happened? It was Blood Moon's fault. All of it. Not yours. I know people have probably told you that before, but--"

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—”

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.