Novel & Cerita Our Fault Book 3

She hugs me to herself and I close my eyes to the comfort that comes from it. That was another lie. I wouldn't stop, I can't even if I want to, knowing that it was my fault. It was all my fault. Even if everyone keeps saying it isn't my fault, even if everyone keeps telling me to stop blaming myself. I know I can never stop blaming myself because what happened three years ago? It was all my fault. *°THREE YEARS AGO°* "Mom, Dad. Come on, I want to go watch the movies. You promised me that you would let me go."

Standing before my tablet, he spoke—his voice hoarse and halting. "Eli... I... I wronged you." There was a tremor in his voice. A flicker of guilt. I thought—finally. Finally, he was going to repent. Finally, he would admit what he'd done. But then he kept talking. And what he said next turned my ghost to ice. "But... but if you hadn't dragged Matthew to that crowded carnival that night... if you'd just watched him more carefully, the way a good older brother should... none of this would've happened. At the end of the day, Eli, it all still comes back to you."

I will never make up with him again for what he has done. Stuart Yan listened to these words and felt a dull pain in his heart. 'Well, he's a big bad guy. We won't make up with him again.' Situ Yan touched the top of her hair, felt the warm touch in her hand, and sighed, 'It's all my fault. I came late, so you suffered so much injustice.' Jones Davis his head: 'What do you have to do with this? It's all my fault, but I shouldn't deliberately play dumb and pretend that I don't know about it. '

Then, silence followed and the door creaked shut. I stepped away from the hallway wall, cold all over. Even though I wasn’t fully on my mothers side because she told Cain our location, I still didn’t wish her to be unhappy in her marriage. In her new marriage. But I still felt bad, not just for me— but for myself too. So I was now a mere liability, a storm . And my mother, as usual, was too late to stop it. Breakfast the next morning was a play in three acts: awkward glances, thinly veiled tension, and one nearly broken mug.

I don’t think it would make any sense at all. “Maybe someone has been plotting this the whole time.” She answers. “I don’t think so Gwyneth.” She reaches out for my hand and holds it, “Don’t look sorry. It was never your fault.” I lowered my head, “It was my fault.” I muttered as images about Jolene feels my head. I clench my fist and can’t stop blaming myself for what had happened. “It wasn’t your fault Milo.” She tells me again and every time she tells me that the more I feel guiltier for what really happened. “It just happened.”

“ I just feel guilty like I did something wrong, this mess was supposed to be mine. I was the one who invited this trouble and it was I who didn’t protect her parents properly. I should have thought things through properly before running from Glenn but I didn’t, I made an instinctive decision because I wanted to get away from him. That caused my parents’ safety to get endangered and the same could be said for you, I am here to help you out but instead, you are the one who is helping me out, I even caused this tragedy where you got hurt. If only I was paying attention then this wouldn’t have happened-” “ Woah, Woah, hold that thought,” said Cain as he held his hand up, staring at Reyna like h

It’s all my fault! It’s my fault she fell in love with her CEO, it doesn’t mean she’s a gold digger, it’s my fault she’s in love with both Finn and Zane. It’s my fault she opens her body, it doesn’t make her a slut. It’s all my fault! Jeeez! I have a lot to fix! Rather, let’s try again, I’ll try to end things with her both as Finn and Zane. ****** To Be Continued

I wave goodbye to them as I rush out the door. Sighing with defeat, I pick up the pace, knowing that I will have to run the entirety of the way there to make it on time. I couldn't afford to be even a second late. The Macafee family had already disgraced the Ramono family once. We couldn't afford to have another incident happen. When I reach the packhouse, my entire body is covered with sweat and panting hard. I have to hold myself up with my palms against my knees as I try to catch my breath.

She called my dad and he said he was coming since he didn't travel to a far place. I kept asking Gerald to wake up,to forgive me. After an hour, Gerald woke up and that was when I heard it, the first time I heard someone's thought and it was Gerald's thought, "the fault is not yours" that was what i heard before he closed his eyes and my mom rushed to call the doctor and when he came,he said Gerald was dead and everywhere was silent. The driver cried and then,I heard his thoughts,he kept calling himself a murderer,he kept blaming himself,I walked to him and told him that the fault wasn't his, I even held his hands.

I lay there on the floor speechless. Pablo was indeed right about everything. It's my fault Freddy died... It's my fault Diana was taken... It's my fault Sapphire is dead... And now... It's my fault Pablo is dead too. I caused all of this. Everything is no one else's fault but mine. I have to fix this. I... I can't let Diana die. I got up from the ground and picked up the book. "Let's go." I said to Linda who was standing there paralyzed with fear and whose tears didn't seem to want to run down her cheeks.