Novel & Cerita Now This Is Your Fault

To close-minded people, it would never make sense. I stood up and left with no words. "Remember this one thing. Whatever you are in right now is your fault. They may fool you but it was you who let them fool you. You own your foot and it is your fault to where ever it leads you. You may not hold the situation, but you hold how would it affect you, and only your decision would make you suffer, and otherwise. Feeling lost? Maybe you throw your map away. Or you never wanted a map."

“It’s not your fault, you know that. You don't have to blame yourself.” She may say that now but what would happen when things get out of hand?

“Do not allow yourself to be foolish again.” So it was my fault…

“This i‍s all your fault. Yo‍ur s⁠ecrets pu‍shed us here. If‌ you’d been hon⁠e⁠s‍t fro​m the start,⁠ m‍aybe w​e could’ve t‍alked instead of end⁠ing u⁠p​ at that damn p‍ar​ty!” “My fault? You che‌ated, Conrad! That’s on you. You chose to let‌ h⁠er do that.​ And now you’re bl​a⁠mi​ng me for your weakne⁠ss?⁠” Tears welle‌d up again, but⁠ I wiped them away‌ furiously‌. “I t‌h⁠ought we were‍ tr​ying‌ to fix th‌ings, but​ you just made it wors‌e.”

"This is all my fault." No, love. This is all mine.

What was this? He looked up at Shua O'han again, and with his voice wavering, said, "This is a mistake, madam! These are not mine!" he protested. "Not mine?" Shua repeated, a frown forming on her face. "This your bag!" she asserted as she pointed at the bag, then at Philip.

I feel a sudden sadness for him as I feel that he blames himself. “Hey…do not be , it is not your fault” I try to reassure him. Nothing that had happened yesterday was his fault. “It is my fault – I should not have called them here yesterday , I should not of left you here alone with them as I know how they can get ticked off when drunk. If I was not here at the right moment , God knows what should have happened to you” he says.

"NONE of this would've happened had Bianca hadn't continued to forcefully wedge herself between you and him. But NONE of this would've happened if Adrian had remained faithful. This isn't your fault—it's theirs." "I just… If I hadn't left on foot, I—" "It's not your fault, Eve. No one here blames you. YOU were wronged. YOU were the one that was betrayed and hurt in the end. It's THEIR fault, not yours." I let out a deep, deep sigh. "I…" I paused for a moment, uncertain if I actually wanted to say what I wanted to say next. But the more I thought about it, the more I was starting to realize my actual truth of the matter.

“Because, I don’t want to ride with you! I’m fucking mad at you, so have a fucking guard drive me home!” He shrugged. “Well, I don’t recall doing anything. Why would you possibly be mad at me?” That did it. His words made my blood boil. I crossed the distance between us. “You don’t remember shamelessly blabbing your mouth and lying in there? You don’t remember what you did? This entire mess… all of it is literally your fault, and then you’re trying to be cool with me? You helping me afterward doesn't change the fact that it’s all your fault, and I’m entitled to you taking responsibility, because it’s your fault.”

“It’s all my fault.” My mother crouched beside me, her hand resting gently on my shoulder. “What are you talking about? It’s not your fault. That crazy woman did this to him, not you.” I shook my head, my hair falling into my face. “If I hadn’t gone out alone, or if I’d paid attention to where I was going, we wouldn’t be in this situation.” “No, don’t say that,” she insisted firmly. “She kidnapped you and poisoned you. She’s the one who hurt Sean, not you. This is her fault. Do you hear me? You’re not responsible for this.”