Novel & Cerita Love You Is My Fault

Fading in, fading out On the edge of paradise Every inch of your skin is a holy grail I've gotta find Only you can set my heart on fire, on fire Yeah, I'll let you set the pace 'Cause I'm not thinking straight My head spinning around, I can't see clear no more What are you waiting for? Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do Touch me like you do, to-to-touch me like you do

His gaze slides from the road to me, assessing and cool. When he doesn’t answer, I make my move, snatching the gun he set down in the console between us and pointing it at him. I put every bit of steel I have into my voice. “Pull over.” Annoyance flickers across his expression and his hand flashes out. I don’t mean to—but I don’t have time to think. I just pull the trigger. I scream at my own mistake, drowning out the sound of the shot. No, wait. There wasn’t a deafening bang.

A bitter smile pulled at his lips, while his eyes were filled with pain and defeat. "I know I messed up, Tali. I was an asshole. But now, I realize that I do love you. I don't like Nellie anymore. Are you really telling me that you don't have feelings for me?" My tone was thick with scorn as I spat, "Did you love me when you bankrupted my family's company? How about when you stood by and watched my father die? Did you love me when you plotted to have my uterus removed? "You want to know how I feel about you, right? Well, I feel disgusted!"

When he counted the last piece, he realized exactly a hundred pieces were in the jar. His heart sank like it had been struck by something heavy. As it turned out, he had used up the love coupons without realizing it. He'd always believed we had ample time together and that he could use the love coupons to make it up to Queenie. He never realized that he'd been hurting me over and over again. Vincent sank to the floor, fisting the paper shreds as memories of us played through his mind. He recalled the times he'd used the love coupons to make me do Queenie favors, and the pain of those memories was enough to suffocate him.

"Theodore, I was wrong! I'm so sorry. Hit me, kill me, do whatever you want. Please, I beg you, just don't look at me like that." She desperately wanted to inspect my wounds and take me to a hospital, but her hands hovered in the air, terrified to actually make contact. I looked down at her as if she were a total stranger. There was no hatred in my eyes, nor was there any affection. There was only exhaustion. "Ms. Vaughn, do you know what the best cure for agony is?" I asked with a smile, one stained with blood and tears—beautiful yet utterly heartbreaking. "It's amnesia. The second I forget you, I'll be fine. You're the sickness itself. Once I forget you, I'll be cured."

Value self. Amen. Your love, The Friend

Injecting the air pods in my ears I clicked on the play button. The song by Taylor Swift "love story" started to play........ We were both young when I first saw you. I close my eyes and the flashback starts: I'm standing there On a balcony in summer air. "Marry me, Juliet. You'll never have to be alone I love you, and that's all I really know. I talked to your dad. Go pick out a white dress. It's a love story. Baby, just say 'Yes'."

“It is wedding season, and if we do not act now, we might lose them. Next Friday is the only day left.” “My love, it is just one day. Can you leave work early?” Noah asked gently. I swallowed hard. There was no way around it anymore. “I am sorry, guys. I will not be able to make it,” I admitted, my voice tight. “Come on, Zena. You can work your way around anything,” Kelly said, pleading with me. “I am sorry. I cannot,” I said, taking a steadying breath. “I will be going on an operation to catch a dangerous criminal.”

Jake close his eyes this is his fault he couldn't stop blaming himself " I'm sorry " he said and cut the video call" God why.. why did he have to hurt me so much,..i thought he has changed and..... and...oh God " she said and touched her heart she still remember that night, the night he hurt her more than he has ever done, it was better if she didn't witness it all , like before *Flash back* 🔙

Fiona suddenly raised her head to interrupt him, pitifully said, "It's past midnight, I want to sleep..." Paul Henry looked at her for a few seconds, then raised his hand to glance at the clock, slowly said: "It's really late, have you understood what I just said?" "Grandchildren…"Fiona I remember when I was in school, the teacher also asked if you understood, if you said you understood, the teacher would surely ask you "So tell me what you understood". “Uncle, I…”Fiona "Touched" almost cried, "You don't need to understand, I don't want to be in love right now." She used to want to, but not anymore.