But It's Not Your Fault But Mine 소설 & 이야기

She apologized. “It's not your fault. It never was.” I assured. It was never her fault. I could have said no when she made that suggestion, but I said yes. So it was not her fault. But mine.

“It’s not your fault, you know that. You don't have to blame yourself.” She may say that now but what would happen when things get out of hand?

“Do not allow yourself to be foolish again.” So it was my fault…

“It wasn’t his mistake,” Carla breathed out. “Really?” Cliff scoffed. “Yes. Nobody has to pay for someone else’s deeds,” She said trying to inhale but the copper taste in her mouth and the pungent smell of blood didn’t allow her to. “You remember the time, you crashed into another car?” He quirked his brow up looking at her. “That was me. That was when it all began. That was my signal to being.”

“I’m not… I didn’t…” “You didn’t what?” “It wasn’t my fault. I didn’t mean for them to die.”

This was not his fault, in fact if there was anyone to be blamed, it was me. “I know. But that doesn’t change the fact that you were right, it was my mistake and I’ll have to correct it or die trying.”

I just lost him. And it's my fault. My fucking fault.

This is all my fault. What have I done?

Suddenly, a pair of large hands appeared and stopped me from falling just in time. This was similar to what happened during my first military training. However, my state of mind was very different. Back then, I felt relieved and joyful, but now there was only sadness and grief. "Eve, I didn't mean to stand you up that day. It was…" Calvin started explaining with a frown on his face. I immediately cut him off. "That's enough. I don't want to hear it. Things have gotten to this point already. You don't need to explain. Let's just remain strangers from now on."

“Don’t be. It’s not your fault, it’s mine.” My eyes widen, “Yours?” “If I’d come with you as you asked then maybe I could’ve stopped him from…” “Aaron,” I interject. He meets my gaze, haunted. “You couldn’t have known.” His jaw muscles flex beneath my palm. “I should have,” he notes quietly. “I should have been there, I should have…” “Nothing,” I brush my thumb over the stubble on his cheek. “You couldn’t have seen this coming. None of us did. It’s unfair for you to beat yourself up over something you couldn’t control.”