Our Fault Book Ending Novels & Stories

“It still doesn’t make me better, Giana. I caused pain just by existing. I made that choice.” The pain in my belly flared. My legs buckled. I collapsed. Giana dropped to the floor with me, cupping my face in her hands. “It is not your fault,” she whispered. “You had to survive.” “At the expense of someone else’s pain?” I sobbed. “I am a bad person. I did this.” “This is all Leonardo’s fault. He sent you to the slave home. You did what you had to do.You are not bad. Fate happened.”

Rachel touched my hand, her eyes wet with tears, her voice trembling, “Don’t speak, sweetheart, just rest. We’ll take you somewhere else. We’ll get answers.” But I shook my head weakly, my nails digging into my palm now instead of my teeth, “It's not the doctor's fault. It's… It's my fault. If I hadn't been so stupid to have been deceived, the company wouldn't have gotten snatched away from me. Rhea is right, it's all my fault. I don't deserve to be the Heiress to the company.” My voice shook with pain and regret.

"I lost my job, my house, and the second person who really knew me. I don't have full control of my waist down, but can you believe that I don't feel bad about it? The only thing that makes me angry is that innocent lives were taken by my fault. Not only Tristan, but the clients of Memento Viveri, the injured police officers to rescue me, and my best friend will forever have a burned and sore arm for trying to help me. What weighs you the most, Zachary? I thought you were hallucinating when I noticed a tear spilling from your left eye. " None of this was your fault, Camila. "I got involved with you," I cursed, cold. "It's all my fault for allowing it to come into my life. And I prefer you to

I spat, “It was my hands, so that makes it my fault. You have always taught me to take responsibility for my actions.” “It was Edgar’s fault. He drugged you, locked you in that cage with her knowing exactly what would happen.” Ben’s voice was hard. “You were a victim just as much as she was.” “Doesn’t matter.” I downed the second glass. “She’s still dead. I’m still the one who did it. And nothing, not Edgar’s death, not finding a cure, not anything, will ever change that.” “I understand you. So the better option for you is to wallow in guilt forever? Refuse to live because you don’t think you deserve it?”

He saw her eyes cloud up and he swallowed back his guilt. “Who told you that?” She demanded. “You guys wouldn't tell me but I was going to find out sooner or later. And you know what mom, that's where you're wrong. What happened to me had nothing to do with the Waltson's, and it had nothing to do with Kyle, it was all me. It was my fault things ended up like that and it was my decision.” His mom slowly ran her fingers through her hair while she shook her head. “I don't care whose fault it is, you got hurt because you were with them and that is all I have to know.”

About the man smiling while trying to kill us. "I'm so sorry" Damian said. "I'm so sorry this happened" "It's not your fault" I said quietly. Then I stopped. I looked at him. "Actually it is your fault. All of this is your fault" Damian didn't argue. He just nodded. "You're right" he said. "It is.”

“Terrible. My mistakes have caught up with me in the worst way. Deep did not have to pay the price for my recklessness. He shouldn’t be in that condition.” “But you know it is not your fault, Gia! It…” “It is!” Gia sprung to her feet, her voice louder than she would have intended. “This is all my fault. The reason Deep is hurting is me. The reason why everyone, all of you, is in danger right now is still me, Grace. And the same reason why the girls are missing. They must be cursing me for..." “No one would blame all this on you, Gia!” Grace cut her off, standing in front of her. “You need to stop blaming yourself. It will not do any good to you. You did all you could.”

Clicking the screen to check for incoming calls or messages but None. Guilt eats me alive. If I hadn’t left the house that day for a meeting she would have been here safe and protected. I promised caring and protect her but I failed. I don’t deserve to live. It was all my fault. My ego refused seeing things in her perspective the reason she got tricked into Simon’s nest. This wouldn’t be the story if I had tried investigating the store incident. “Angel forgive me for not getting to you sooner. Please forgive me.”

“Yeah. And you almost got us all caught.” “It wasn’t my fault!” “Stop denying, Yuri. It was clearly your fault! I told you to leave your stupid book to the infirmary but you didn’t.” “It dropped accidentally!” “Accident or not, it could have mostly send the four of us in jail.” “Stop it already! Just be thankful that the police didn’t see us.”

I gave my parting message, hoping at least one of them would be alive to carry the guilt of this on their back, “I hope you know that this is all your fault. Things didn’t have to end this way.” As I walked out of the hideout, I half expected to hear a scream of rage as someone came after me and tried to get me one last time. All I heard was nothing but the constant ringing in my ears. The reminder that I had finished what someone else had started. “I know you’re staring at me now,” I said as I looked up at the sky with a weak smile. “You’ve been avoiding me this whole time. For nothing. You didn’t say a thing until I did the most extreme thing I could ever do.”