Romans & histoires My Fault London Fanfiction

"Eve, I'm sorry for missing our date. Regardless of my excuse, you must have waited a long, long time for me. That's my fault. To be honest, I knew it was you the moment you added me with your anonymous account. That's because I've seen you logging into that account in the library. "I was surprised when you asked me if I'd like to have that kind of video chat with you. It was hard to imagine you doing something like that because you seemed so well-behaved. I couldn't help but feel happy when I learned that I was the first person you asked to do it. I knew you weren't a girl who often found pleasure using such methods. You only did it to find out how I felt about you."

She looked at me with a guilty face and said, "I heard that from the guard at the door. I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I went back to my home last night to get something and looked for it for a long time. I didn't expect you to go back to the clinic last night, so I didn't leave a message for you, which made you misunderstand. If you didn't go out to look for me, you wouldn't get involved in this kind of trouble. It's all my fault." I shook my head and said, "It's not your fault! I took the wrong road carelessly and got into the current predicament. I'm lucky to be back alive. But Oprah..." Speaking of the dead Oprah, I felt very sad. Lydia was silent, too. I clenched my fist angrily and said

I kept my hands placed on top of my lap and stared at the furnitures that this room has in store. "I... I don't know where to start." Gage muffles. He sighs. "Partly because it was all my fault anyways. Since I left for London until the day that the video leaked, it was all my fault. It wasn't yours, I just want to clarify that up." "You were the one behind that video thing?" He shakes his head sideways. "Definitely not. But I blame myself for dragging you inside that room. I was so mad that day, seeing you with Dillion. You went to London without telling me."

“That bastard.” I swallowed hard. “It’s my fault.” “Don’t start.” “It is.” My voice cracked. “I threw the game. I made a scene. I gave them every reason.” “You were manipulated.” “I still did it.” I had done this.Luca may have lit the match, but I handed him the fuel. My phone buzzed again and I almost ignored it, then I noticed it wasn’t a text. It was an email from an unknown sender. I frowned and opened it.

I murmur as I stare at the white floor. “What?” Ella gave me a look of confusion. “She didn’t want to go out… I convinced her to do that. If I had listened to her, she would have been safe…” I clench my fists. I’m stupid. If only I had listened to her… God! Can’t I take back time? Can’t I go back to when she had my head on her lap while playing with my hair? “This isn’t your fault. This isn’t anyone’s fault,” Owen says, placing his hand over my shoulder. I’m not convinced. I am at fault. I ruined everything.

However, I stopped short when I heard voices coming from the slightly ajar door. “Why didn't you tell me sooner, Fuyu?” London's voice sounded painful, and confusion clouded my thoughts. “It took a while for me to come to terms with how we treated Blaire,” the guttural voice replied, and I deduced it to be Fuyu's. “We rejected Blaire and hurt her until the end.” London's voice wavered, and I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. What were they talking about? “That is all in the past, London; we have a chance to make things right,” Fuyu murmured, and I took a step back, feeling like the ground beneath me was crumbling. Could it be that Freya was telling the truth? Did London cheat on me?

I run my hands down her back but she still doesn't respond, "I saw you with him. But I was so jealous... I could have stopped this from happening if I didn't have my head so far up my ass. I didn't stop to think, I just went and tried to do the same with Lesley, who doesn't even get me hard. Not anymore. I was comparing her to you the whole time and hating you while something horrible was happening. And... and it's still my fault because I made you get close to him in the first place.” I feel her sigh and her hands finally move. She starts rubbing my back gently. "Calm down, Elliot. It’s not your fault you’re not in love with me. I understand that you have no control over who you fall in lov

I press my lips harder into her mouth, stealing her breath once more, but not caring about it. The yearning, the itch becomes a dull ache in my heart as she pats my chest. I keep my lips pressed to her sweet mouth for a moment longer before I release her and caress her face. She opens her eyes and looks at me in a daze. She is breathing heavily and so am I. “ It’s—It’s your fault. ” She pants. A wave of pain crashes over me as I nod. “ I know. ” I bring misfortune to everyone close to me. That’s why, those who know me, don’t want to be near me.

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

Just then Olivia came crying, London must have told her the news too. London was trying to comfort her, but who would comfort me. This is all my fault, if i had forgiven him earlier then he wouldn't be finding weird ways to get to me and traveling everyday to my pack. I would have been with him but instead I chose my ego over him, even after he apologized to me a thousand times. How stubborn and selfish have I been. If something happens to him I won't be able to forgive myself. "London, please take me to him" London just looked at me and slightly nodded.