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

“It’s no one’s fault!” I shook my head, but he stood from his chair and limped over to me and hugged me. “It’s not your fault, anymore than it’s Scott’s or Tiff’s or Shirley’s or mine. It’s just something that happened, and there isn’t anything we can do to change it. You can’t keep blaming yourselves,” he said, looking at each of us. “It’s not your fault,” he whispered, tucking my head under his chin.

seeing that he sighed and closed his eyes in frustration. "Electra... you are in depression and it is normal to feel everything is your fault at times like this. But you can be sure as hell about one thing that I won't let you... this is not your fault. Henry misused your knowledge. And I knew that... that's why I didn't tell anyone about it. Do you think I don't want Henry to be punished? I do but I don't want you to suffer without any fault of yours." He said and I am not going to listen to him. It is my fault...

Is he being serious? "Liam none of that was your fault, it's all on them, not you, you haven't let me down and there's nothing to forgive you for, you've done nothing wrong and that's that!" He tries to argue it but he soon realizes he isn't going to win this and soon we get started on the memorial. This guy has so much going on right now but yet here he is, helping me when he doesn't have to, being his usual kind and caring self, goddess I have missed it.

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.

“Nobody has enough as it is, and he was giving more than he could to the two of you.” I stared into the flames. For a moment, I wished they would set me alight. It would hurt less than this. Sucking in a slow, wet breath, I turned to look at Caleb. He stared back helplessly. “I’m sorry,” he said, and then, “It’s not your fault.” My brows drew together sharply. How dare he? To even say it wasn’t my fault was to insinuate that it could be construed as such. “I know it isn’t. It’s yours.”

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.

“They’re... glistening with a, uh... certain kind of sadness. Holding a pain that only a broken heart can spread.” “That’s...” Liviana trails, searching for the words when Violet interrupts. “What are you? Psychic?” She jokes, brushing the man’s words off as nothing more than some ridiculous observation. He shrugs. “I wouldn’t say psychic.” He denies. “I’m just good at reading people.” “I wouldn’t say that,” Violet disagrees. “Considering you’re not even good at hearing them. Seats taken, buddy. You can go find someone else to read, because we’re not interested.”

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?