Is My Fault In English Mga Nobela at Kwento

I feel like a very useless person. It's all my fault.

“It’s not the guard’s fault. It’s my fault–actually, it’s your fault too.” I closed my eyes for a second at the last thing I said. “What?” Sir Calix asked with a frown while putting down his phone. “My fault?” his eyes rolled like saucers. “I mean, it’s my fault because I didn’t remember the directions to here. Your fault is that you didn’t give me a visitor’s ID. Isn’t security here strict? You know that.” I straightened my lips, gradually raising both ends of my lips. When Sir Calix continued to frown, still gazing at me, I smiled with my teeth showing.

"Stop. It's not your fault." I hadn't even realized I'd been projecting into our mindlink. "But it is," I whimpered. "It's all my fault." "Listen to me." He pulled out of the hug, holding my shoulders, and looking me straight in the eyes. "It is not your fault. Do you hear me? It's not your fault. It's Ravenna's fault, and you've gotten rid of her. Okay?" I began to shake my head, and Dante shook me slightly.

“It’s all my fault.” My mother crouched beside me, her hand resting gently on my shoulder. “What are you talking about? It’s not your fault. That crazy woman did this to him, not you.” I shook my head, my hair falling into my face. “If I hadn’t gone out alone, or if I’d paid attention to where I was going, we wouldn’t be in this situation.” “No, don’t say that,” she insisted firmly. “She kidnapped you and poisoned you. She’s the one who hurt Sean, not you. This is her fault. Do you hear me? You’re not responsible for this.”

“Maria. This is *my* fault—my glitch—” “This is the Game’s fault,” he growled. “It made the rules. It pulled the names.” “It glitched *because of me,*” I said. “You saw the randomizer—” “Cause and blame are not the same thing,” he said and shook me once, not gently. His fingers slid along my jaw, forcing my head up, so I had to look at him for a heartbeat. “You tugged a thread. It chose cruelty. That’s on *it.*”

“That’s what guilt does. It will consume you, slowly, painfully. You would try to reason out and fight it, but there’s only two endings to that. Either, you will give in, or you’ll kill your own conscience.” “Is it my fault that I c-couldn’t trust her?” My voice cracked as my eyes welled with tears. She shook her head. “It’s not your fault, Isabella. You didn’t wish for her to get sick. You didn’t steal anything. You happened to walk into their lives and the room where they were trapped has cracks everywhere. You tried to fix it, and you succeeded. Now you need resilience. To protect them and protect yourself from another storm.”

I don't want to close to anybody now. It is not her fault. My mother cries with tears pouring down her face. Then whose fault it is. Nobody fault. It was an accident. Accidents happen every day. My mother said placating but I have past the point of hearing. It is true. It is her fault. You know it, I know it even her husband knows it. I yell but Mr. Winston shook his head. She didn't kill Alyssa. She was not the one driving the car. "

“How come all of it is my fault? It was you who kept something from me!” “It’s your fault because you immediately got upset. You didn’t even listen to my explanation.” The wrinkles on Pam’s forehead become more evident. I can see protest in her eyes. “No, Betsy. It’s your fault because I wouldn’t be upset if you didn’t keep your secret from me in the first place. You should have explained it to me properly. I would have understood!” “No, it’s really your fault.” She inhales sharply. “No, Betsy! It’s your-” she stops, looking stunned. I grin at her. I laugh and she joins in.

I ask not understanding what I said to make her upset. “Oh honey, I had no idea that you were harboring so much guilt over everything. None of this was your fault.” I was about to protest, but she noticed and held her hand up to stop me. “It. Was. Not. Your. Fault. Yes, when we escaped we lost some people. What you don't seem to understand is that we were at war. When you are at war it is guaranteed that lives will be lost on both sides. As much as we would like to think ourselves to be indestructible, we are not. Not even you. We all have our faults, but it's how we handle our faults and the fall outs that really matter.

I shot back. She was dumbstruck, unable to speak. “Now, you answer me!” I spat. “That was none of my fault. Two wrongs don't make a right.” Her voice broke. “Yes, it does.”