But It Was Not Your Fault But Mine นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Saying it was my fault.” “It is,” I said, my voice coming out hard. “If you don’t believe that then you're still the same person after all this time.” “Don’t even blame me.” He said as he grabbed my arm. “I didn’t fucking tell you to kill yourself.” “I’m not blaming you for what I did, but you know it is partly your fault,” I said, stunned at hearing his words and feeling disgusted at his touch. “Let go of me.”

"NONE of this would've happened had Bianca hadn't continued to forcefully wedge herself between you and him. But NONE of this would've happened if Adrian had remained faithful. This isn't your fault—it's theirs." "I just… If I hadn't left on foot, I—" "It's not your fault, Eve. No one here blames you. YOU were wronged. YOU were the one that was betrayed and hurt in the end. It's THEIR fault, not yours." I let out a deep, deep sigh. "I…" I paused for a moment, uncertain if I actually wanted to say what I wanted to say next. But the more I thought about it, the more I was starting to realize my actual truth of the matter.

"It's not your fault, Mykel. And from what I gathered, he didn't blame you, either. He blamed himself. I understand his mindset...growing up abused it's all your fault whether it's your fault or not. He just snapped." "But...if I hadn't had left..." He started before hanging his head.

Why did I let it get to this? "I will find him and make him pay for this" "It's your fault I'm like this. It's your fault" "I'm sorry" ******************************************

He whips his head in my direction, his eyes even colder than before, "What?" "It was m-my fault. I'm s-sorry, it won't h-happen again," I didn't sound convincing, my voice is shaking too much. I don't sound convincing, not because I'm afraid, but because it wasn't my fault but it wasn't Frank's fault either! Frank's eyes widen as if I made a big mistake.

“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.”

I had failed woefully and it was no one else's fault but mine, I caused this. Yet, he said I could still achieve that?

The tears were uncontrollable, she didn't say anything and just sat there with me, her hands on my back tapping me lightly. My heart was still shattered, his words still registered in my head as I played them again every passing second, I wish I could make him take back everything he said. “It's not your fault” my mother’s voice rings out and I break down even more. I want to believe that it was not my fault, I want to feel at ease and blame it all on him but I also know that I may be the one at fault. If I hadn't poked my nose where it shouldn't be then I would still be there.

What was this? He looked up at Shua O'han again, and with his voice wavering, said, "This is a mistake, madam! These are not mine!" he protested. "Not mine?" Shua repeated, a frown forming on her face. "This your bag!" she asserted as she pointed at the bag, then at Philip.

And all I can think is that it's my fault. All of it.