It's Not My Fault Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I'm sorry guys, I can't remember. It's all my fault..everything is.” And as I was about to sink back into despair and self loathing, Theo gently pried my hands away from my face. “Cora, look at me,” Theo urged, waiting for me to meet hid gaze before he continued. “None of this is your fault. It's Catty's fault for putting you in this mess in the first place. Don't you ever forget that,” Theo said firmly. “Plus there are always other ways to open a lock.” “What do you mean?” I frowned.

I couldn’t understand what had happened, and the more I thought about it, the more the panic clawed at my chest. The moment we stepped outside, I felt the weight of their stares. Students lined the path, their eyes fixed on me, whispers spreading like wildfire. I could feel their judgment, their confusion, and their fear. **It’s my fault,** I thought, my heart sinking further. **It’s all my fault.** Among the crowd, Lisa’s familiar face appeared. The moment she saw me, she pushed through the others, her hands reaching out to cup my tear-streaked face. Her warmth, her softness, was a small comfort in the chaos.

Kier said, pushing his glasses up with a worried frown. He handed me a report. "As I mentioned before, if we force the chip to operate beyond its extended lifespan, it will cause irreparable neural damage to Mr. Faust." He expected me to panic. He still believed I was the same woman who would trade her soul to the Devil to save Alan's life. How quaint. I had changed. "I suppose we'll see what happens," I said, closing the report. My tone caught him off guard. "Uh, listen. I have a backup solution to—"

I thought She whispered again, 'It was no one's fault don't blame yourself.' As she said this I just burst into tears and said with my voice cracking in between, 'I-I'm sorry Sa-rah. It was m-my fault.' 'No.' She said in a calming voice. 'It was not your fault, it was just an accident.' 'Bu-but it almost took your life.' I said helplessly and sat upright wiping my tears which were unstoppable now. 'But it didn't, just think of it in this way. Doesn't it makes it easier this way?' She said.

I can’t bear the agony of it. No! Never! No! It will never be my fault. No, it’s not me! Not me...

Why? "Oh my God, this is all my fault."

It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault. one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five He was a monster. He was a monster. He was a monster. It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault. one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five It was Jasper’s fault.

The antiseptic smell clings to my clothes, my hair, my skin—a reminder of where we are and why we're here and whose fault it is. The bench outside is freezing metal against my legs, but I barely feel it. All I can see is Gray's bloodied face from that photo burned into my mind, those words painted on the wall in what looked like blood: IT'S YOUR FAULT, SARAH. Because it is. It's my fault he got dragged into this nightmare. My fault that monster from my past found me again and decided to use the one person who makes me feel safe to send a message. "Raelynn?"

Elizabeth told me to call her Grannie and told me I was the prettiest girl that Blake had ever bought home, I blushed and smiled at her. Soon Bronwyn abruptly demanded everyone get in the car, she had made a reservation at one of her friends Cafe in town and we would not embarrass her by being late. We get to the Cafe and its a seafood based Cafe, Blake looked at his mum and reminded her of the discussion they had about my severe allergy to seafood over the phone, Bronwyn responded by saying "seafood allergies don't exist, you just eat a small amount each time and they disappear, you need to build immunity to the things your body finds foreign or you can be a sook about it!". I told Blake no

It wasn't my fault that I tend to overthink. “No.” He replied. “No what, sir?”