My Fault The Book Novels & Stories

I didn’t want to believe it was my fault, it wasn’t my fault Rye got into the accident either, right? But the truth was, it was my fault my mother had to raise a child on her own when she was still a child, it was my fault my father didn’t want me and he abandoned her. It was my fault that Derek died, if only I had done something — anything. And today, it was my freaking fault that Rye was fighting for her life. My heart clenched as my fingers moved faster against my skin, the pain dulled my senses and thoughts.

“Definitely, and it is my fault.” “No, no.” Renata shakes her head. “It's not your fault.” she confidently tells me. Her words are comforting but I can not live in the delusion of being right when I've wronged my husband so much over a misunderstanding. I let father plot his coup before he even takes the throne, it's my fault, I'm to blame, like every damn time since my first breath on this dammed earth. “But you don't know what happened,” I point out.

I just lost him. And it's my fault. My fucking fault.

“Maria. This is *my* fault—my glitch—” “This is the Game’s fault,” he growled. “It made the rules. It pulled the names.” “It glitched *because of me,*” I said. “You saw the randomizer—” “Cause and blame are not the same thing,” he said and shook me once, not gently. His fingers slid along my jaw, forcing my head up, so I had to look at him for a heartbeat. “You tugged a thread. It chose cruelty. That’s on *it.*”

I could hear the repairman whispering to the janitress. My hand was aching, and when I looked down to check on it, it was turning red and stinging from the hot coffee that had spilled on it. I returned to our workplace empty-handed. I feel like it's my fault once more, But I became tired of blaming myself for other people's faults and failures. It's never my fault when something goes wrong with them. It’s never your fault why Mrs. Glaiza was fired from her job. It’s never right to belittle someone just because they were higher than you. Humbleness is what makes the people kind and she weren’t.

she looked at me. “No it’s fine, it isn’t your fault.” I couldn’t make my eyes meet hers, I was ashamed, and everyone here at school would know that I was the bastard child that someone didn’t care enough about to claim. “He could have given my mother a fake name though right? Maybe it wasn’t Terry Jones after all.” “I mean, it’s a possibility, but you have to have some wicked magic hiding under all that angst for the Librarians to find you. I mean they’ve never found anyone before… so I can only assume.”

"It's not your fault that I didn't raise you well..." Wait, what! "It's my fault. It's my fault I raised you badly. It's my fault I didn't raise you to be a decent woman with self-respect. It's my fault that you... You dared to do something so immoral not caring how it would affect those around you. It's my fault you turned out to be an indecent loose woman. I failed your mother! I failed her for raising a bad daughter! I failed her for raising a slut! It's my fault! "

It's all my fault. I buried my face in my palms, shaking my head and repeating the words until it was engraved in my brain and heart. It was my fault. I caused everything. I hurt her. I made her bleed. I broke her bones. I made her cry. I scared her. All of it was my fault. I'm pathetic. Sapphire will never look at me the same way again.

His touch was a balm to my troubled soul, offering a fleeting moment of solace in the storm of my guilt. I looked up straight at him and said, “How can you say that it wasn't my fault?” My voice quivered with the weight of my self-blame, a burden too heavy to bear alone. “It is my fault!!” The words spilled out with a raw intensity, revealing the deep-seated self-condemnation that had been gnawing at my core.

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.