Romans & histoires But It Was Not Your Fault But Mine

I didn’t want to believe it was my fault, it wasn’t my fault Rye got into the accident either, right? But the truth was, it was my fault my mother had to raise a child on her own when she was still a child, it was my fault my father didn’t want me and he abandoned her. It was my fault that Derek died, if only I had done something — anything. And today, it was my freaking fault that Rye was fighting for her life. My heart clenched as my fingers moved faster against my skin, the pain dulled my senses and thoughts.

" You're angry, enranged even, I get that. You're frustrated, you want to do something, better yet kill. And not just anyone, that assh*le who did this to her. I get all of that, but we can't go back in time, you can't go back in time and undo things. It happened, it's already done." I wrap my arms around my knees and start rocking back and forth, trying to breathe but I can't. It's painful to breathe. " It was my fault, I shouldn't have left her alone." " No, it was not, it was not hers either but that psycho's. " He says, kneeling infront of me. " Look at me, look at me!" I look at him. " It is not your fault and I don't ever want to hear you blaming yourself ever again. "

“I couldn’t let you go out on your own, knowing how much pain you’re in, and it’s partly my fault.” “It’s not your fault, Greg. Whatever happened was not your fault. You had no way of stopping it.” “But if I had arrived earlier, maybe she’d be here with us,” Greg said. I sighed at my Beta’s words. I shifted back and sat, butt naked, on the grass, knees up, with my hands resting on them. “It’s my fault. If only I had brought her home earlier, this wouldn’t have happened. I apologize for earlier. You did nothing wrong,” I told my Beta, who had shifted and was seated on the ground, naked like me.

I can’t bear the agony of it. No! Never! No! It will never be my fault. No, it’s not me! Not me...

"Oh Bailey." He pressed a finger to it and I hissed, pain shooting up my legs. It didn't hurt like before but it still hurt nonetheless. "Easy dad." I managed through gritted teeth. He looked up at me and I gave him a small smile. " It's still a teeny tiny bit sore." "I'm sorry, lad." Dad stood straight. His shoulders sagged and he hung his head low. " It's my fault. Everything." "No!" I said abruptly. Why would he say that?. None of this was his fault. Frankly, seventy percent of what was happening was all because of me and somehow, fate. " It's not your fault. None of this is."

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.

I thought She whispered again, 'It was no one's fault don't blame yourself.' As she said this I just burst into tears and said with my voice cracking in between, 'I-I'm sorry Sa-rah. It was m-my fault.' 'No.' She said in a calming voice. 'It was not your fault, it was just an accident.' 'Bu-but it almost took your life.' I said helplessly and sat upright wiping my tears which were unstoppable now. 'But it didn't, just think of it in this way. Doesn't it makes it easier this way?' She said.

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

" It's not my fault that her husband was abusive, or she can't become a mother.” " Nothing is my fault , then how can you think I will bear the punishment ? If she thinks Viren still loves her then she never had planned to separate me and Viren, but she knew inside her heart that Viren is happy with me, and she has no chance.” Saying this she started breathing heavily.

I wasn’t too sure if he had said that intentionally aimed at me or not, but it still packed a massive punch. I found myself looking down at the baby blue hiking boots Jeremy had given me last Christmas, clenching my jaw I was finding it really difficult to remember a time that wasn’t tainted with what’s going on right now. Fiddling with my fingers before me I merely sighed, “It’s not my fault,” I whispered. Furrowing his brows he titled his head sideways as he eyed me curiously, “What isn’t?” “What I am, you know it’s not my fault that I turned out to be something other than human. I couldn’t even remember it so how could I have known.”