Our Fault Book Ending Novels & Stories

We thought we were stronger than those people, but it finally happened, and it was all my fault. Enjoy reading -T Kindly please comment and vote if you like this chapter. It would mean a lot to me. your comments will help me improve my writing a lot and thank you for reading.

When sobs escaped her mouth, my heart clenched. Was she trying to redeem herself, that's why she showed me these? I asked myself. I didn’t know how I was supposed to feel. I knew everything was her fault, but we all made mistakes and we were all accountable for what we did. She already tried to make up for the damage she caused. It just happened that I was the person who was destined to end this turmoil. I just wished I knew this sooner. “I’m shocked. I . . . don’t know what to say.” I stammered. “You said you will tell me about the mate?”

I decide to ask him, pushed by curiosity. It was my fault the ball was a disaster. It was my fault that people died today. It was my fault they couldn't go back home to their families. It was all my fault. -I suppose they did, he says calmly. -Can you not be so calm? Innocent people died! I scream at him, panicked. -Darling, all that matters is that it wasn't us. -You can't be so callous! I refuse to believe you're that heartless.

"Merri is the one who deserved to die not my brother. This is your fault Madam, you killed my brother!" Faith's mother was quick to strike her daughter's cheek. Disgusted, of all things she had never taught her daughter to kill, maybe steal here and there but not kill. Mrs Cunningham was appalled, no words came out. Hearing a muffled cry, Merrigold ran out, heading straight for her brother's comfort. Austin ran after her, she was shaking with tears. "It's all my fault, someone died because of me??!" She cried, Austin held her against his shoulder. Crying, she felt responsible. She did not know what she had ever done to Faith but the unsettling feeling was an innocent boy had died and Merrigo

“It’s my fault.” “No—” “Yes,” I whispered, voice raw. “I was the one who moved them. I thought I was helping them. I made a decision and now they’re all… they’re all…” Kai dropped to his knees in front of me, placing his hands firmly on my shoulders. “Stop.” “But I failed—” “You didn’t kill them,” he said, eyes blazing. “Someone else did. Whoever took them, whoever planned this—they’re the ones at fault. Not you.”

I can't think clearly—my hands are shaking too much, my breathing too uneven, the institutional smell making me feel claustrophobic. IT'S YOUR FAULT, SARAH. IT'S YOUR FAULT, SARAH. IT'S YOUR FAULT, SARAH. "Raelynn!" Mum grabs my hands, jolting me back to reality. I force myself to meet her concerned eyes and Edward's worried gaze. "I... I don't know. We were all at the bonfire, but then..." Instead of explaining about the photo, about the message written in what looked like blood, my eyes well up with tears. "It's my fault, Mum."

It is all unclear and hopefully in time it will be revealed to me. "I'm not sorry. I mean I'm glad we got to know each other. I'm sorry it cost you your career, but I want you to know Isaac and his father have a job for you to walk into. I know this is my fault and I hate myself for it. But at least you and I can have a fresh start somewhere else. We were fools to think we could cover this up," she replies. My body tightens when she admits that this is all her fault. This was never her fault. It was mine. I was the reason she moved on, and the reason she can't stay. In the end Nordstrom University is too big and vast for either of us.

“The right thing would have been to book her into a fucking hotel, Brian. The right thing would have been to let me know you’re using my fucking house as emergency accommodation. The right thing would have been to fucking tell me you found her in the fucking first place.” I nod through all of it. Yes, yes and more yes. I feel like a fucking idiot, more off the rails than even I fully realised. “It isn’t his fault,” Moona offers and her simple defence makes my heart pang. “It is my fault,” I counter. “This was my decision, Moona didn’t ask to come here.” “The crow’s your fault,” Moona tells Cain and I will shut her up before she talks herself into a bigger hole than we’re in already.

"Come on, Rain. Open the door." Nothing. I hesitated, then let out a sigh, laying my hand against the wood once more. "I'm sorry." The silence between us drew out. "I know you're blaming yourself," I went on. "I know exactly what's running through your head right now. That if you had done something different, Faith would be safe. That it's your fault Nathan took her. That it's your fault anyone is in danger." Another pause. Then, barely above a whisper, "It is my fault."

But the thought of losing her completely. I couldn’t bear it. “This is my fault,” I whispered to myself, the words breaking under the weight of my guilt. “This is all my fault.” I had been the one to tear us apart, and now I had to live with the consequences. Wiping the tears from my face, I started the car again. The road ahead was dark and uncertain, but for the first time, I felt a glimmer of resolve. The road stretched before me, dark and desolate, with only the occasional headlights of passing cars slicing through the night. My hands trembled as I gripped the steering wheel, and I could still feel the weight of Lyra’s words pressing against my chest.