“He’s right. I knew how he felt.”
Sebastian was chewing his lower lip now.
“I knew how he felt, and I led him on. I was a shit to him. Used him to get off.”
He kept chewing.
I could see a little dribble of blood seep past his teeth.
Sebastian looked at my.
He didn’t look like the shithead punk I was so used to.
No, he looked like a scared child.
“He was my best friend, and I used him.”
“Fuck, he’s probably the only person who ever really loved me.”
His laughter turned into sobs.
I did something I never did, not with any of the students.
I hugged him.
I hugged him because I knew the guilt that he was carrying inside, and that he would probably carry for a real long time.
Then something clicked in my head.