Libro Culpa Mia Novels & Stories

She assured him quietly. "Please Mama I can't do this! I miss him, I miss him so much! I should not have done it. I should not have listened to you," He cried, "I'm scared." He whimpered and buried his head into her shoulder. "How could you blame me now?" Mariana asked with a frown. "You brought me the Book. You attacked his Soulmate, you almost killed him... This is as much fault of yours as it is mine!" She argued fiercely. "Why does everyone always get the blame when things don't turn out how they are planned?!" She shoved him aside and got on her feet, angry at him now.

It was weird to be here again after so long, it didn't feel like my house, I doubted if any place could ever feel like home. It didn't take me more than twenty minutes to give everything a place. Two of the bags were clothes, one box was filled with just books, spread over the two boxes since the weight would have been too heavy for one box, one half of a box was makeup and everything needed to take care of myself and one half was letters I had received in juvie. The last bag was only CDs.

Carmilla and Mia sank into the plush cushions of the vintage couch. The air inside the house was calm, almost too calm, as if holding its breath around their conversation. "Thanks, Mia. You know it better than anyone," Carmilla said with a faint laugh, trying to mask the weariness in her voice. Mia smiled, but it didn’t last long. Her face quickly turned somber as she leaned forward, elbows resting on her knees. “Cam... I’m really sorry I didn’t make it to Julian’s burial,” she said quietly, her voice thick with guilt. “I feel awful. Life’s been a mess, and I— I just couldn’t make it work. But that’s no excuse.”

Mia was crying profusely, apologizing to Ava for choosing not to go out with her and blaming herself for Ava's kidnap. "I'm so sorry, Ava," she sobbed, holding the jug with shaking hands. "If only I had gone out with you, none of this would have happened. This is all my fault." Ava looked up at her, her eyes filled with kindness. "Mia, it's not your fault," she said softly, reaching out to comfort her. "You couldn't have known what would happen. And besides, you've done so much for me already. I'm just grateful to have you by my side."

Forgive herself. For trusting. For loving. For leaving. For surviving. Perhaps that was the missing piece. Later that night, after Calvin left, Mia stood alone once more — but the silence felt different. Less oppressive. More reflective. She walked to her desk and opened a blank page in her journal — something she had neglected for months. She wrote: I did not ruin him. I refused to collapse with him. I chose integrity. The act of writing steadied her. She continued. I can feel compassion without accepting blame.

Why can't I say it? Mirabella pulls away from me, her ass crashing on the bed as she curls herself into a ball still sobbing. "I don't know what to say Matteo, I'm so so sorry." She sniffs, "I'm sorry for allowing this linger for this long but I cannot help the guilt that weighs heavy on me. I feel stupid, useless, used. Twenty six years Matteo. . . I fought with lust for twenty six years only for some random men to do despicable things to me." I sit beside her, patting her back.

He stood still, looking particularly pitiable despite his big frame. He looked at Mia, saying, "I admit it's my fault back then. I underestimated the evil and greediness in one's heart, and I didn't expect a little girl like Maya to manifest such malice. If I didn't bring her back, she might've already told me about your whereabouts to ensure she'll lead a good life." Mia's eyes reddened. "Dominic, it's not your fault. No one expected Maya to be that malicious as a kid. I can't remember what happened back then, so I have no idea why she lied."

She turned around, and marched out of the room, her nose turned all the way up in disgust. Mia dropped to her bed, and lowered her forehead onto her palm.. “What are you doing Mia?” She asked herself over and over again. Her impulse was most times her biggest enemy. The times she couldn't control it, they brought her nothing but trouble. “Oh Mia!” She grabbed the pillow, burying her head in it. *** Luca couldn't stop thinking about that hug. The way her breasts squished across his chest. “Fuck!” He cursed for the umpteenth time after typing out an incorrect figure on his screen again.

Ralph’s voice was intimidating, it was obvious that he was really frustrated by what happened. “Ralph, it is not Elia’s fault. It was my fault,” I answered him because it was really my fault. Had I not judged too quickly, had I not suspected a wrong person in the very first place, that would have never happened, “please, the blame is on me. Don’t hold it against Elia.”

Did he ever miss me? “Mia, it's not his fault,” Sylvia tried to explain. “Of course, it's not his fault!” I mocked, looking at her. “It's not your fault you hid the truth from me, it's not his fault he didn't even try looking for me all my life. Who's fault is it? It's mine! It's mine that I even exist!” I became a mess as continuous tears flowed out of my eyes. I wasn't able to stop them. “It's my fault that I'm so unlucky that no one ever wants me! It's my fault that I'm just a burden and everyone has ever just used me for their own benefit, until I come in handy! It's all my fault!” Christian was quick to take me in his hold as his arms embraced me in a hug.