Novelas y relatos de Your Fault Book 2 English

"Eve, I'm sorry for missing our date. Regardless of my excuse, you must have waited a long, long time for me. That's my fault. To be honest, I knew it was you the moment you added me with your anonymous account. That's because I've seen you logging into that account in the library. "I was surprised when you asked me if I'd like to have that kind of video chat with you. It was hard to imagine you doing something like that because you seemed so well-behaved. I couldn't help but feel happy when I learned that I was the first person you asked to do it. I knew you weren't a girl who often found pleasure using such methods. You only did it to find out how I felt about you."

Like it had burned me from the inside out. The last thing I smelled was grave dirt. The last thing I felt was my baby's absence, a hollow space where life should have been. The last thing I thought was: I loved the wrong man. Trusted the wrong bond. The witch won. And my baby paid the price. The pain stopped. The world went dark. And I died knowing the truth I'd learned too late. ____________________________________________________________________________ Then I woke up.

, I blamed myself. I hit my head many times with my fist. I blamed myself because I failed to control myself falling to Lucy. After smoking, I decided to go somewhere. Maybe I have to contact Eloisa to cure these desires. of mine to Lucy. She's only the one who can do it for me. I don't know what was Lucy was thinking inside at this moment but I hope she won't curse me her whole life. I feel glad that my car keys were inside my pocket. I decided to give both of us a little space. I was the one who made a mistake. I took my phone after I arrived at our meeting place. I texted Eloisa.

“It wasn’t my fault?” Jared nodded. “You didn’t choose your birth. You didn’t do anything wrong. The ones at fault are them. And those days you lived through… I’m sure they were painful. But it’s over now. I’m here. No one will ever bully you again. I’ll protect you.” “Forever.” ***

she said between shallow breaths, “do you honestly think this is your fault?” Mimi’s eyes darted to the floor, her expression crumbling under Mia’s gaze. “Of course, it is,” she whispered, guilt lacing her tone. “I shouldn’t have left that day then he wouldn't have found us.” “Yeah, sure, it's your fault. Happy? Arguing with you over this is pointless, what has happened has happened. It is what it is.”

I blame my fucking self; I was the one who told her to get out of the house and go do something other than sit here in the nursery driving herself crazy with the little things she felt needed to be done. I blame myself, it’s all my fucking fault she's once again gone. The amber liquid in the crystal glass I hold in my hand is doing nothing to silence the fucking voice in my head that's taunting me with its words. ‘It keeps saying it’s your fucking fault, it’s your fucking fault, it's your fucking fault.’

"It was an accident, it wasn't your fault, you know you didn't mean to hurt anyone." "It was my fault," she argued. "If only I could learn to control it, then maybe we wouldn't be here in this tiny little town in this god awful house-" "Hey, stop it," Raiden said softly, cutting his sister off. "None of this is your fault. You couldn't help what happened." "Exactly!" Tai said, groaning in frustration and ran her fingers through her long dark hair. "I couldn't help it; it was my fault!" "Oi, shut up," Raiden said suddenly.

"Eliot," "It's my fault. I didn't cherish you. I didn't cherish you enough, I didn't take advantage of the time I had... it's my fault. My fault! Now you're getting taken away from me...I can't find you anywhere no matter what. I've searched everywhere, every corner...I can't find you, Serena. It is my fault!" "Eliot..."

The regret I felt was too deep to shake off so easily. “You lived at the expense of another, Pa. There’s nothing to be so proud of,” Matteo said, his voice calm, yet eyes filled with a type of fire that only came with guilt and rage mixed to form a storm. “If I were you, I would’ve choked myself in my breath.” Edgardo’s eyes briefly brushed mine, embarrassment needling them, and I tried my best not to burst out laughing. Fabiola, who had been utterly silent and hesitant beside Matteo, took a sip from her glass of water, but she hid a smile behind the glass.