Novel & Cerita Not Your Fault But Mine

“You know what, Raymond? I lost my sympathy when I found out I couldn't have babies. So, what’s the big deal?” Mia was still smiling, but it wasn’t a nice smile. It was a mean and wicked smile. Raymond tried to break free from the ropes that tied him up. His wrists hurt from trying so hard. He spoke loudly, but his voice was shaky. “You can’t hurt an innocent baby,” he said. “Don’t be angry. If you’re mad because you can’t have babies, and since it’s my fault, I promise to make it right.” Mia, who had been silent for a brief moment, let out a slow, cold laugh. The sound echoed through the room, sending a chill through the air.

I said as I buried my face into his chest and cried more and more. “Don’t beat yourself up, Mia. None of it is your fault, the people who are to blame are the very people who have gone out of their way to make our lives a living hell. Those are the people at fault, not you, Mia.” I sobbed quietly as he stroked my hair and continued to whisper to me, “It’s not your fault Mia, tragedy and evil will find who it has set its sights on regardless. Don’t take all this burden upon your shoulders. Don’t give in to despair because the moment you do, that is when they win.”

“Why? It's my fault. I should not go with him in his pack.” “Nah, it's my damn fault. I should not let my Luna do those kinds of things alone…”

” Damn it “, Damian cursed to himself as a scene was the last thing he wanted to create here, especially after escaping a scandal recently. The woman in the crowd had misunderstood. She made her way to him and started making a self-righteous speech,” You might not have noticed when you hit her with your car, but you know now, and the right thing to do is take her to a hospital “, she said to the hearing of the small crowd that had gathered around and they all murmured in agreement. An already frustrated Damian looks around, puts his hands up in surrender, and says,” Okay, it's fine, I'll take her to the hospital as a good citizen even if I didn't hit her”.

“Listen to me, mother.” “No, you listen to me this time. It's not your fault that you fell unconscious and couldn't make it to the hospital. I'm not saying that they have no right to be angry at you for not showing up but this is too much. You have explained this to them already. It's not your fault at all.” “Can you listen to me for a moment?” “Fine.”

But I knew he was lying, the little pause told me that immediately. "Is any of it my fault?" "Any of what?" "The rebellion? Luca? The cops? Us having to hide here? Is any of it my fault?" He knelt in front of me, gently placing his hands on my shoulders, "Listen to me, Raven, and pay some fucking attention. The bad things are not your fault. We've just been dealt a tough hand, that's all. "But..." "No buts." He interrupted "We've faced challenges together, and we'll overcome them together. It's normal, in the world I work in, in my fucking corner things like this are bound to happen, so don't fret okay?"

Why did I let it get to this? "I will find him and make him pay for this" "It's your fault I'm like this. It's your fault" "I'm sorry" ******************************************

Something resigned that broke my heart into even smaller pieces. "Angel," he sighed. He pulled me back in, resting his chin on my head. "You don't have to cry over that. It's not your fault. It's my fault for not managing my finances properly." I folded my hands behind his back, my nails digging crescents into my palms. It wasn't his fault, it was mine.

"But things weren't different. Sometimes, things in life happen for a reason. Well, maybe not that. But, we don't have any control over them. You can't beat yourself up over something that wasn't your fault." "But you don't understand, she got hit by that car because of me." His voice grows hoarse, his eyes full of sorrow and regret. "You didn't push her in the middle of the street, Blake! It's not your fault that she happened to stop there, or that the driver wasn't paying attention. None of that was because of you!" I accidentally raise my voice, my breathing erratic as my frustration flows out. He can't do this to himself. Even if it was 3 years ago.

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.