Novel & Cerita It's Not His Fault He Can't Read

"It wasn't meant to. People aren't built to share the same opinions. The damages do that to us, they mold us into what we are right now, including how we differently perceive the same things." "Well, I'm right about one thing." He says. "What is it?" "You should write a book." I made a face. "What?" "You heard me. I think you would be a great writer." "You haven't even read anything I've written." His eyes widen and he gasps. "So you ARE writing something." I grin. "Maybe. But you won't be reading anything anytime soon." "Trust me, I'll definitely be reading it after I buy it from Barnes and Noble. On the bestseller's list I might add." He says and I couldn't help but widely smile as well.

He paced up and down, as if to stop himself from ripping Miss Parkett to pieces. “You mean to tell me that you have not seen my daughter for hours?” he asked. Miss Parkett stood shaking nervously, quietly. This aggravated him even more. “Answer me!” he roared, the echo of his voice filling the entire villa. "Yes", she whimpered, “Yes, Mr Raygan." Luke reached into his pocket to check Kendra’s location. He smirked, a low chuckle escaping him. He didn't know whether to be infuriated or impressed. "Disabled location on all Apple devices."

His shoulders slumped when he finished, as though the last of his strength had drained away. He lifted his head slowly and forced out a faint rattle. "I… am… sorry…" I read his lips. I understood, but I did not care. I took the paper, stepped out of the room, and finally glanced back at him. "What is the point of that?" I said.

He muttered as he hit his leg on the rail of the stairs because he had been so wrapped up in his thought he didn't realize he was close to it. The guilt in his chest continued to spiral as he walked towards her room, down the hallway. When he opened the door to her bedroom and glance in at her, he saw that she was asleep. Of course, she was. What was he expecting? That she waited up for him until now just so he would come read her a bedtime story? He shook his head and muttered another curse word. This wasn't nice of him at all, but it wasn't his fault as well, even though he wasn't trying to push away the blame or make any excuses.

“And the worst thing is, he probably didn’t do it on purpose.” I nodded. “That’s why it’s so not fair. How can I stay mad at him, when he’s so damn clueless? It’s not his fault he looks like that. And the logical part of me knows that there’s probably no deeper meaning behind his words…but… I can’t help but hope, you know?”

Maybe I need to understand him, but I'm narrow-minded and didn't even try understanding him. So, it's my fault? It's all my fault...

"If I hadn't been so damn selfish… maybe they'd still be here. I clutched him closer, my heart aching with a pain that words could never describe. How to make him see this was not his fault? How to make him understand that a child of five couldn't have made such a decision and that this tragedy wasn't his to bear? It wasn't your fault," I said again, and my voice cracked this time, the words coming out of me in such a way that I sounded as though I tried convincing myself just as hard as him. "It wasn't your fault, Thorne. You were just a kid. You wouldn't have known. You couldn't have known. Nobody could have known.

"Don't worry about me, I don't suspect you, as a matter of fact, you have proven to me, beyond reasonable doubt, that you are indeed a great man. I was just worried before, and I feel sad in my spirit that I am at fault here, but you make me feel special all the time. "Nothing is your fault". He tells her, looking at her, and that was when he actually calmed down. She is the only one that could calm him down. "I am at fault here, if I have not been cursed, not to give you children, you wouldn't have to look for another somewhere". "You are not cursed". He immediately defended.

“Milan—” “I know, I am not perfect,” I added. “I have a lot of things that I don’t have. I have flaws that even I can't change. I am not good at everything, especially when it comes to comforting him whenever he is upset. And maybe that is the reason—” “Stop it!” Dashiel screamed and my eyes widened. “W-what?” “Stop what you are thinking!” he screamed again. “What happened in the past is not your fault! You are not the one—”

she asked, hiding her giggle. "Nothing, it's just that I am feeling a little bit guilty." he said. Ivanna wanted to laugh. "Oh, I'm fine. The doctor just told me to have a rest." she said. Ash was feeling guilty inside him again, and he sighed. "I'm so sorry. It's my fault, If I never told you to read, that's not going to happen to you." he said, feeling guilty. "Hey, don't be too harsh on yourself. It's my fault, don't blame yourself." she said.