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

Trusting you again Leaving the pains Why not getting it back in return Why am I always in the fault? Why Me? THE END

“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.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t think anyone would recognize me.” He looked at me and sighed. “It’s not your fault. But we’ve got to leave. Now.”

“This isn’t your fault—“ Swiveling, Ivette raged, crying. “It is! Do not try to downplay it or make me feel better, because I know who made this happen. I did. I never should have run. I never should have come here. I left! Everything is falling apart because I left!”

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

*I'm so sorry you're going through this. *It's not your fault,* I thought back. *None of this is your fault.* *Still. I wish I could make it better.* *You can't. No one can.*

" I am so sorry that I have to hurt you . All of you. I hate that I have to leave , and I hate that I let aunt Sara die and I hate that it's all my fault. I hate who I am . I wish , every day and night that I wasn't born. Maybe we would've never met and it all wouldn't have happened. This way , everybody could be happy And this is all my fault. I know that. " " This world wouldn't be the same without you . Drew would say the same thing if he heard you talking shit about yourself. With a lot of kisses in between though. Jokes aside, This is not your fault. It's fate . Maybe you will have a better life ahead and this had to happen. Just hang tight and stop blaming yourself. We all love you." H

Lizabella “It's all my fault.” Those were the words I kept repeating to myself as I stood before Donald, my hands clasped together so tightly my fingers ached. My mind kept circling the same thought. If I hadn’t left him, if I hadn’t listened when I was told to step away, then maybe it would have never gotten to that extent. And because of that, Donald had every right to be upset. Every single right. I bowed my head slightly, heart heavy with guilt. “I’m sorry,” I said softly. “It won’t happen again.” The words tasted bitter in my mouth because I didn’t even know how I would keep that promise, but I meant it with everything in me.

Bella was rushed to the emergency room. Cynthia had a feeling that she couldn’t shake. She felt that she had made a huge mistake. She tried to think but nothing came to mind. She decided to check the video clip that she had sent to Bella. She couldn’t believe her eyes when she discovered that she had sent Bella the wrong video clip. She started panicking. She dialed Bella’s number, but it went straight to voicemail. She decided to call Bella’s mother and said, “Auntie, Bella asked me to send the car accident video clip, but I mistakenly sent her the wrong video clip. I am so sorry, Auntie. I have been trying to call her, but she is not answering her phone.”

"I'll be heading to Europe. I have nothing left here, Lorenzo. Cody is angry at you for now but he will be fine. He will get over it and he will be your best friend again. I don't blame you. I never did" No, but you blame yourself and it's my fault. You're hurting and it's my fault. You're grieving once again and it's my fault. You're breaking my heart but it's still my fault. "Don't go. Don't leave me, please. Please don't leave me" "I checked my email just before I left the motel I was staying at. I lost my job because I didn't turn in for 5 days. I lost you because you didn't want to believe me and that's okay. Truly it's okay-"