It's Always My Fault Novels & Stories

Did he ever miss me? “Mia, it's not his fault,” Sylvia tried to explain. “Of course, it's not his fault!” I mocked, looking at her. “It's not your fault you hid the truth from me, it's not his fault he didn't even try looking for me all my life. Who's fault is it? It's mine! It's mine that I even exist!” I became a mess as continuous tears flowed out of my eyes. I wasn't able to stop them. “It's my fault that I'm so unlucky that no one ever wants me! It's my fault that I'm just a burden and everyone has ever just used me for their own benefit, until I come in handy! It's all my fault!” Christian was quick to take me in his hold as his arms embraced me in a hug.

"It's not your fault that I didn't raise you well..." Wait, what! "It's my fault. It's my fault I raised you badly. It's my fault I didn't raise you to be a decent woman with self-respect. It's my fault that you... You dared to do something so immoral not caring how it would affect those around you. It's my fault you turned out to be an indecent loose woman. I failed your mother! I failed her for raising a bad daughter! I failed her for raising a slut! It's my fault! "

"Master, this isn't your fault. You do know that, right?" His eyes flicker and it's as if they've morphed into the eyes of a child. Oh, my heart. I =hate that he blames himself for this. Sure, he could have handled Anna in a better way. But that doesn't mean that she would have done anything differently. There's something wrong with her. I just wish that I could make him accept that. He gets up, coming to sit next to me in the bed. Sliding his arm under my neck, he leans back and looks up at the ceiling, while I nuzzle myself up next to him. "That's what everyone told me, back then. They said over and over again that it wasn't my fault. But I've always had the feeling that it was, that every

But the more the silence lasts, the more I hear myself whimpering like a fucking baby. "Do you even know how much trouble you caused?" He hits his back hard on the door. "Douglas had to tell everyone about your deal with him because of what you did." Of course. Of course it's my fucking fault again. It's my fault for going out there to save the day. My fault for trying my best to solve this case. Since when did I do something right, anyway? Whatever I do; whatever choices I make, something is always wrong. Always dangerous. I'm so tired of it!

"They run towards you, both of them are easily taken when they saw you straddling for your dear life." I'm crying continuously as I think of my mom and dad. I can still remember their faces, the horror and scared for me. I used to blame myself for their death but Sam and Dina assured me that it's not my fault but he said it. "It's your fault why they die. Right? It's your fault why they are not here anymore. It's your fault, Cailly." He spat putting a firmed tone in each word. It's my fault. I keep on repeating the word in my head. I knew I am crying, I can feel my heart aching, remembering mom and dad died because of me. It's all my fault.

"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

Thank God. But this demon is big and very angry. “I knew this was a bad idea. Who goes strutting into a crypt that has cult activity in it?” The words flow out of my mouth pointing blame. Just like last time. Things are not going to end well and I want them to know that this isn’t my fault. Habit, I guess. My mother always made it clear that everything bad that ever happened to us, to me, was my fault. Now that she’s not in the picture anymore, I make it known that things aren’t my fault.

My heart shattered in pieces that my mate thought of me that way. I couldn’t find my words from the shock I felt. “Say something,” he closed the distance between us and I repelled further from him. I opened my mouth to speak but instead I broke down in tears. “Why am I always at fault?” I said in a low voice, entangled in my sobs. “When I’m the one that’s getting hurt?” I dried my eyes with the back of my palm but the tears wouldn’t stop.

His touch was a balm to my troubled soul, offering a fleeting moment of solace in the storm of my guilt. I looked up straight at him and said, “How can you say that it wasn't my fault?” My voice quivered with the weight of my self-blame, a burden too heavy to bear alone. “It is my fault!!” The words spilled out with a raw intensity, revealing the deep-seated self-condemnation that had been gnawing at my core.

Unable to hold it in, I break down in tears, holding onto him. "Why didn't I answer the call?" I scream, blaming myself. "Calm down," he whispers in my ear. "No, this is my fault," I replied, remembering what I said. "It's my fault." 'And to be brutally honest, you would do me a huge favor if you disappeared and never came near me again.' It's my fault, if I hadn't said that, this wouldn't have happened. It's my fault. He will die because of me. "I can't live without him," I mutter, struggling to breathe normally. "I can't live without him, Paul."