Your Fault Book 2 English の小説・ストーリー

Emma's heart beat faster as she mulled over the unusual thoughts. She waited, expecting further words to be spoken but a subtle smile danced on his lips and he shook his head as if his thoughts were too absurd to be voiced. What was he truly thinking? Yet, before she could even ask, his deep voice broke the stillness with a question that left her breathless, "Will you forgive someone who has wronged you terribly?"

Julian yelled and Faith winced. "It's my fault, I was so wrong and stupid, I couldn't even prevent them from taking my baby away, I should h_ave done s_something __" She inhaled deeply as tears threatened to fall. Julian leaned to palm her face carefully. "You know it's not your fault that you got deceived by that bastard! Because of him, you've been through a lot since these past few days. We are going to get back my little niece, but first of all, you need to recuperate properly."

“How come all of it is my fault? It was you who kept something from me!” “It’s your fault because you immediately got upset. You didn’t even listen to my explanation.” The wrinkles on Pam’s forehead become more evident. I can see protest in her eyes. “No, Betsy. It’s your fault because I wouldn’t be upset if you didn’t keep your secret from me in the first place. You should have explained it to me properly. I would have understood!” “No, it’s really your fault.” She inhales sharply. “No, Betsy! It’s your-” she stops, looking stunned. I grin at her. I laugh and she joins in.

Just mentally… disturbed. “I have to get going now,” Wade said and before Max said anything else, Wade on his way, strutting like a horse and shaking his head so furiously Max feared it'll fall off. When Wade was gone, he looked around him. His bags were intact. Good. “Odd,” he whispered to himself as he reached to the ground and slung his bag over his shoulder. As he walked to the hostels which had become a little less misty than they were before, he felt angry.

Even the tree consoled them,the dry leaves falling on them. Joy listened secretly " is it really not my fault". For all the years she lived in the dark, covering the blanket of sorrow,opening deep scars in her heart,was it really not fault? Even I, have my scars. Sometimes, I'd cry at nights thinking about why things went wrong and if it isn't really my fault. Thinking of my pains and being locked in a cage where I think I need freedom,I created my character and I try my best to write in a way that my readers understand the pains of my character.

How dare you try to do something stupid? I rubbed my temples. He speaks like he's my heart. Like he knows what I do and why I do them Me: this isn't my fault it's yours. If you had controlled your temper and dropped your fist then your punch wouldn't have met her Daniel : it's your fault it met her Me: really? My fault? It's not my fault your fist landed on her. I'm not a magician, I can't control your fist Ugwa: I think I lost a tooth

“That’s what guilt does. It will consume you, slowly, painfully. You would try to reason out and fight it, but there’s only two endings to that. Either, you will give in, or you’ll kill your own conscience.” “Is it my fault that I c-couldn’t trust her?” My voice cracked as my eyes welled with tears. She shook her head. “It’s not your fault, Isabella. You didn’t wish for her to get sick. You didn’t steal anything. You happened to walk into their lives and the room where they were trapped has cracks everywhere. You tried to fix it, and you succeeded. Now you need resilience. To protect them and protect yourself from another storm.”

"Well I'm so sorry, princess, you're not going to get what you want. Tomorrow we're leaving, and you're going to be safe. And if I'm lucky, someday you'll thank me for it." "I'm never going to thank you, do you hear me? I don't understand, because you can't see that this is all your fault. I was fine, surviving my life, quiet, dreaming of a better future. Until you came along and promised me heaven and all you gave me was hell." "Well, it's my fault, I know it's my fault, but I'm trying to make up for my mistakes. I'm trying to protect you, and you don't make it easy for me at all. You're nothing but a spoiled child, and a very stupid one at that."

The young man answers with a calm face as if nothing happened, his voice is also extremely generous: “I chased her away the night I looked for you” Mia is surprised, but when she thinks about the man's personality, she feels something is a bit normal. Because Malcolm is inherently a brat and despises people. Mia feels extremely regretful that she couldn't make up with Karina in the end. “Is that… my fault?” - The girl asks the man softly, her face worried. Malcolm laughs. "Yes, it's your fault. If you weren't so naughty, I wouldn't have chased her away” – Silence for a moment – ​​“But don't you like her very much, after all, she's always causing trouble for you?"

Bruce looks at her eyes and listened to her whispers, feeling anxious and distressed, in pain to see the person he cares about so much was tortured into this state. No one who has anything to do with that matter can get away! He kisss Mia's forehead, rubs her earlobe repeatedly with his thumb on the side of her neck soothingly, and then lowers his head to touch her forehead again: "It's not your fault. You're not wrong. It's the bad people who are at fault, not you. It’s not your fault, baby. Look at me and listen to me, it’s not your fault.” "It is not my fault?"