Romans & histoires But It Was Not Your Fault But Mine

“I didn’t know — I didn’t think—” “Stop,” he said, his eyes flicked open. The pain written across his face made my chest tighten. “It’s... not your fault.” “It is,” I insisted, my voice barely shaking. “If I hadn’t pushed you to leave, if I just listened—” “Sage,” he cut me off, sharper this time. “Not your fault.” I swallowed, still guilty. I wanted to believe him, but the image of him bleeding, staggering forward after being shot because of my stubbornness, burned in my mind.

His eyes locked with mine for a long second before he reluctantly tore them away, "When I finally gave in and came up here... I was too late." I sat in silence as I thought over what he had said. Although I still didn't believe that this was his fault, It was more than obvious that he had been thinking about this ever since it happened. "I'm not blaming you for this," I stated, causing him to look at me in surprise, "And I can't force you to think the same way but please just forget about this. I don't want this to dwell in your head as a mistake. This wasn't your fault, this was an accident that you handled fantastically and I can't thank you enough for that."

"I do feel guilty about it. If I had not arranged that meeting, you would not have been angry and you would not have had the accident. It was my fault that all of this happened. It was my fault that we lost our baby. It is my fault that—” “It does not matter whose fault it is. For all I know, we both were at fault. I should have listened and stayed instead of driving with unstable emotions." "But I did this. I was the one who caused—" "Jiev, don't you see? We could never change the past, so the past does not matter. Not anymore. And it certainly does not have anything to do with the way I feel right now.” “But you have a right to know. I hurt you. I did not mean for anything to happen, but i

I cut her off right there. “I said that they died because I tried to reach out for you. But you get the meaning wrong. It’s not your fault. That sentence could even imply my own fault in it, and believe me, I went down that very dark path, too, believing it was my fault. But it’s neither your nor my fault. It’s utterly alone Drake’s fault,” her hands clasp across her mouth in shock as those words escape my lips.

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.

I didn’t know when that came out of my mouth, but I was truly sorry for making her go through that, it was all my fault. It was my fault that I appointed the wrong attorney which caused the cut in her arm, it is also my fault that I left Asher all alone and she had to come in to save him, leading to the cut on her head, it’s all my fault. “You don’t have to blame yourself, it’s the drivers fault for driving recklessly.” “No, it’s my fault, and I am sorry.” I murmured, “I shouldn’t have left Asher all alone there, I could have thought of a way to keep them both with me.” I added.

Her brother was in trouble and it was partially her fault . " Its not your fault " said Kyle very quietly as if he knew what was going in her mind " When someone harms you because of their own vindictive ego and pleasure , its not your fault when you feel the pain ." " But it all started because of me " said Chelsea softly still staring at the flowing stream " If you keep blaming yourself like this you will never be able to understand why - the problems come your way . You might be the cause of this incident but its not your fault - its your responsibility " said Kyle sagely .

Please stop it. "Umm…" everybody's attention now diverts towards me and I recognise that it is my voice. Shit! "...I think that it was not completely his fault because I did not stop him either. Neither of us remembered this clause. So, technically, we both are at fault. I, mostly, for not considering my own limitations. I am sure he would not have crossed the line if he would have remembered or I reminded him of it." I exhale and look at Dhruv. His eyes have grown wide and his lips are a bit apart from each other.

He just knelt in front of me and cried. “I am so sorry. It’s all my fault. I am the one who lost you. I should have watched you better. I shouldn’t have answered my phone and left you alone.” He sobbed. So, that’s how I got lost. He had been on the phone, and I must have walked away. I couldn’t remember, but I know for sure that it wasn’t his fault. “It’s not your fault. There’s no way you would have predicted what happened.” I told him. He shook his head.

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.