It's Not His Fault He Can't Read の小説・ストーリー

In Father’s house, I would never get anything if I broke or ruined the first one, even by mistake. “It’s not your fault, Daisy,” he said with seriousness, and I nod. And for the first time, it’s not my fault. It is not my fault.

He sipped his wine and tears rolled down my cheeks. I could sense the hurt in his voice, and it broke my heart the most. It wasn't my fault that I became mute, it was never my fault. Who was I kidding, thinking I could be accepted like this? He thinks I'm weak, and I don't blame him at all. His thoughts might also be fueled by the fact that whenever I get into trouble, I may not be able to ask for help. He wouldn't even want to help me anyway.

He added. "A lot of times, we don't have control over everything even if it meant our ownself but that does not mean that we are the one to be blamed, it's our circumstances that were not in our favor," I said and cupped his face in my hands. The tears were not there in his eyes but from the look on his face, there was no doubt that they could appear any time sooner. "It was not your fault," I said once again just for his assurance. "You could have gotten seriously injured," He said, the gloom once again shading his countenance.

There I said it, I said what bothers me. “It can never be your fault.” He says, and I start crying. Noah stands up, comes over, and sits with me, holding me close. I’m surprised by how big he already is. “It’s not your fault.” He says again, and I keep crying. “You don’t understand.” I manage to say. “Then explain it sis. Please.” He asks me.

I walk in and sit down looking at him. “You realise it isn’t your fault right? Or even Alena’s because she blames herself for you feeling like this.” He shakes his head slowly. “She isn’t to blame, I will talk to her because in no way is it her fault.” So he can see it isn’t Alena’s fault but not that it isn’t his own either?

You're hurting yourself. "I'm punishing myself." Mr Heirden hit his heart hard, tears lingered in the old man's aging eyes, he emotionally said, "If only we were rich, my son would not have suffered like this." "Don't blame yourself, Pa. This is not your fault.", says Morgan and frowns. "This is fate's fault."

He needs to calm himself. Grabbing onto her hand, entwining our fingers, ''Mom, please, don't put the blame on him. It's not his fault, it's never Alex's fault. He was in Singapore, okay? I'm glad that he's here. That's enough. It happened, we can't change it.''

Tony flung his hands out in frustration. "No… not 'till you genuinely admit it wasn't yer fault. I can't stand the thought that you'd blame yerself. It wasn't yer fault," he said softly. Tony looked him in the eye and gave a minute nod before he put his arm behind his knees and across his back again. As usual, he lifted him as if he were a sack of flour. "Hey, you didn't-"

I thought he had gone crazy. He said, "No. It's my fault. I've been gone and I barely talk to you anymore. I haven't been doing my job and I promise to fix it." I replied, "No it's not your fault, but that is part of the problem." "Part of the problem?" He asked with an emphasis on 'the.'

He was not even able to read her mind because surely she was so hurt that her mind did not work properly. “You aren’t.” He declared. His voice came out firmly as he told her. She looked at him with her tear filled eyes and slowly shook her head. His mere words cannot lessen the burden on her heart. She is guilty for her deeds. His words cannot make her feel good because he is the only reason behind this guilt of hers.