It's Not His Fault He Can't Read Novels & Stories

“It's not your fault, it's mine.” “What do you mean your fault? Kitten look at me.” With his index finger on my chin, he encourages me to lift my face. “You know you can count on me for everything, whatever it is that is making you like this, I know that together we will solve it.” He's right, we'll have to solve it together, since I confirmed it on Sunday, I've been trying to tell him, but I couldn't, however now I can't not speak, I take a deep breath and look into his eyes to speak.

I thought he was mad at me. “What’s with the reaction?” he asked and chuckled. I sat down beside his bed. “I thought you’ll be mad at me,” I said truthfully. “Why? Because you can’t like my son back?” he asked. I didn’t speak and just stare at him. “The truth is I got mad at you at some point but…I realized that it’s not your fault. It’s not your fault that you can’t like my son. It’s not your fault that you love someone else,” he said sincerely.

he said. “It’s not your fault. Lisa is an adult and can make her own decisions.” He sighed and shook his head. “I just thought that I had taught her better than that.” “You can’t put it all on yourself. You don’t even know why she did it.” He shrugged. “I suppose that you’re right about that.” I reached across the table and held his hand. “Of course, I’m right.” I ran my uninjured thumb over the back of his hand and smiled. He smiled back at me.

“I hired those people. I trusted them with my and my son’s safety. But they turned out to be such a huge disappointment. It was I who failed, not them. Even with all the money and power in the world, I couldn’t protect my son. How can it not be my fault?” “Because it’s not,” he says it so casually, so confidently, so undoubtedly—I wish I could do that. “You can’t blame yourself for the incompetence of others.” “Why not?” “Because sometimes people just disappoint,” he throws a brief glance at me, the corner of his mouth pulling up. “Like I disappointed you so many times in the past.” “You don’t have to bring that up. It has nothing to do with you.”

I wish I could take away all of this pain. As he pulls his head back, he looks into my eyes. I see all of him, the pain that he is feeling and the love that he has inside him. I know that he feels like a failure, but it is not his fault. I take my finger and brush it through his beautiful Brown hair As I whisper to him, Landon, "none of this was your fault."

Why does he take on sins that are not his? "But it's still not your fault. Don't accept the guilt that you weren't the one who did it. I'm the one with the problem, and you're not doing anything wrong." I promised him and I bowed. My grip on the apple tightened. If I'm leaving, don't blame yourself. Don't look for me. I want to add that but I don't dare to say it. I looked at him as he moved closer to me. I saw his jaws tighten as if he was holding back something.

I was still leaning against the wall trying to act normal in front of him. "I am sorry for my behaviour that day." He said with regret he was not able to make eye contact with me. "It's fine " I tried to console him. "If I had listened to you that day then they wouldn't have kidnapped you" He said. "It was not your fault one way or another it was going to take place. Some things are just beyond our control and are meant to happen " I told him. It wasn't really his fault. "No matter what you say I am one to blame" He said and even if I tried to make him believe it wasn't his fault he did not listen to him.

He sat across from me in a quiet cafe with sunken eyes, having lost so much weight that he was barely recognizable. His voice was incredibly hoarse when he apologized. "I'm sorry, Emi." Looking at him, I nodded calmly. "I know." He was caught off guard, likely because he hadn't expected me to react so calmly. After a long while, a glimmer of hope surfaced in his eyes, and he asked softly, "If none of that had happened… would we have made it to the end?" I thought about it long and hard before shaking my head. "No, I don't think we would've."

Chocolate rolls his eyes "Of course not, it's not like I blame them for thinking I'm the hottest thing after the sun so I read to show their appreciations. 'Cause I'm nice like that" I doubt that was the reason but I don't say that as he looks at me again and says "So, you're reading it, yeah?" I give a small shake of my head "I don't think I can" He's pouting "Why not?" "It's w-weird" I say softly, trying to shrug like it doesn't make me uncomfortable even though it does "Why don't I read you something else?" "Like you and Vanilla fucking then?" I redden now. Though he doesn't sound displeased with the thought but very interested "I bet you think of that, don't you? Vanilla under you while

“Baby, please. It’s all going to be okay.” “I’m so sorry,” he continues to sob as he hugs his legs even closer. “It’s all my fault.” I groan, pulling at the chain again as I reach out to touch him again. Kicking my legs, I pray to whatever entity is in charge of that God-forsaken place to just let me reach him. But he is too far away. Damn it! “Stop saying that! It’s not your fault,” I say, fighting to keep my voice from shaking.