Don't Leave It's My Fault Novels & Stories

"You didn't know. You didn't know what was going to happen. Please don't blame yourself. It's not your fault. It's mine. It's my fault. If I had stayed at home and not went anywhere, maybe this wouldn't have happened." "It's not your fault. Don't say that." "But it is." "It's not." He said firmly. "You couldn't have known. That bastard deserves to be killed for even laying a finger on you. I will kill him with my bare hands if he ever gets close to you."

They could be anywhere and I might be too late. “I shouldn’t have left her on her own.” It was all my fault. I shouldn’t have left her on her own. I thought of it. It crossed my mind not to leave her on her own. “You didn’t know that something was going to happen. The last thing we should be doing right now is blaming ourselves for what happened.” I glared at Hillan. He doesn’t get it.

“I’m sorry you’re settling for the last thing you ever wanted.” “It’s not your fault.” I walk away, leaving him alone in the cold.

'it's not your fault, we are doing this for us, for Adrian and we will get through it. "I am sorry..." I snapped my head up

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—”

I thought he had gone crazy. He said, "No. It's my fault. I've been gone and I barely talk to you anymore. I haven't been doing my job and I promise to fix it." I replied, "No it's not your fault, but that is part of the problem." "Part of the problem?" He asked with an emphasis on 'the.'

A tap comes by to my shoulder and as if the person knows the immense guilt that I felt, it stays quiet and just rubs my back slowly. " I'm sorry," I said with a trembling voice. That was the only thing I can think of. " It's not your fault. We underestimate them even when you said don't. We abruptly agree to ignoring the detail and fast-forwarding the plan, resulting in an unclean and full of loopholes strategy. So it's partly our fault. Don't take everything by yourself. It's all gonna be fine. We lose today but not tomorrow."

"It was my fault now I can't find him." "Cassandra, what the fuck is wrong with you! You look like shit and you don't deserve it. You are making a fool of yourself crying over someone who left you." He yelled. “Get over it. "He left me because I pushed him away. He even thinks I'm having an affair with Dave. I hate myself. All of this is my fault." "It is not. He left because he made a choice. Nothing is your fault. He could have fought for you if he wanted to." He embraced me to keep me standing up. "Your life shouldn't stop just because he is gone."

Leo shook his head and wiped my tears again. “You are not a disaster and you didn't ruin anything at all. You wanted to leave at first . I insisted on that apology. If I had just listened to you, none of this would’ve happened. So don’t be hard on yourself. It’s all my fault.”

"We should let her have some rest. Come on." They all say their goodbyes before they troop out. Tasha waits behind. She sits down on another chair closer to the window and also to us. Luca sighs sadly and I raise a hand to his face. I trail my finger over his features as tears well up in my eyes. "This is all my fault." "It's not your fault, baby. I should have -" "But it is!" I cry out. "It is my fault, Luca. I l-left you and I said those harsh w-words to you. I can't believe I did that. I should have told y-you what he said instead of running away like a chicken."