Don't Leave It's My Fault Mga Nobela at Kwento

It's either you help me Kade or you stay there blaming yourself. "Feels like my fault," Kade answered

I explained sadly. He held my hands in his, turning me to stare down at him. "Look,you do not owe anyone any explanation,do you understand? Its not your fault.It was never your fault and it will never be your fault.so do not be ashamed of it and do not give a man about What people might say about you. "he said stating intensely into my eyes.

“This isn’t your fault, Misty–” “It could be.” “It’s not. I’ll fix it. I’ll fix everything.”

“Hey, you were the one that asked me to stay.” “That was last night and I told you to leave this morning, last night and this morning aren’t the same.” “Don’t put all the blame on me.” “Yes I will, look now, how am I supposed to get out of this now? I can’t send you into the room nor can I take a bath with you here. You have to figure out how to handle this because this is all your fault. If you had left when I told you to and not try to act high and mighty, we wouldn’t be in this situation right now.”

"But most of all I was afraid that you would die, and that it would be my fault." Simon's eyes widened in surprise. "When I saw you lying there injured I couldn't help but think that it was all my fault." My eyes began to sting. "And I know it's my fault, and that none of this would have happened to you if it wasn't for me. If you would just go home, I know that you would be safe. But I am still very bad and selfish, and I couldn't let you leave for your own good. Because I can't imagine losing you either way. So please don't leave me alone. Don't ever leave me."

"Eliot," "It's my fault. I didn't cherish you. I didn't cherish you enough, I didn't take advantage of the time I had... it's my fault. My fault! Now you're getting taken away from me...I can't find you anywhere no matter what. I've searched everywhere, every corner...I can't find you, Serena. It is my fault!" "Eliot..."

"So... you made a mistake, but everything else is my fault.” The messenger shot him an exasperated glare, his tone now tinged with impatience. "Stop with the self-blame! I told you; this isn't entirely your fault. We share the responsibility, no doubt about it. But if you keep wallowing in guilt like this, forget about waking up—you're not even going to be able to leave this office!"

Why is he crying and upset? “Please, you leave, then they will find you and will kill you. Please, listen to me. I know you are blaming yourself, but this is not your fault. You hear me? It’s not your fault. All of this is my fault.” I blink at him when I feel it. The lid cracks.

Another lie. “You didn’t even tell me you were leaving.” “I said I was tired.” “No, Drea.” His voice was quiet. “Something happened before you left.” “Whatever the reason was, what happened to me is not your fault.” I clarified. “Yes, it is. I could’ve prevented it from happening.” He mumbled, looking down at his hands. “Hey,” I called out, and he looked at me. “It’s not your fault. I was the one who chose to leave. You didn’t have control over that so it’s not your fault okay?”

With so much love in your eyes. It’s all my fault. I lost that love… and I accept it, Mitch. It’s all my fault.