It's Always My Fault Novels & Stories

she mumbles. “It’s not your 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.

"This is all my fault." No, love. This is all mine.

"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! "

"I'm sorry if I sound so miserable, but it's all his fault." Whose fault? I wondered.

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."