I ask him what the letter
means.
“I was with him, the
night he…”
Sebastian starts chewing
on his lip.
“He was so wasted. Fucked
up… I mean, high. Sorry. He was high,
too. Took some pills someone had swiped from their parents.”
I wasn’t happy with what
I was hearing, but it was about what I had expected, considering how things
ended.
Not even Wheaton Prep
could escape drug fueled, beer soaked parties.
“That night he walked in
on me and…”
He looks at me, and I
could see his brain deciding if he should leave out any details or not.
“He caught me with this
girl. He got super pissed, and I thought it was because he had the hots for
her.”
He paused.
“He didn’t. He had the hots for me. He just blurted it
out. Didn’t even give me a chance to say anything to him. He just screamed that he loved me, and then
he was gone. Then he was really gone.”
And now, it seemed, that
he was coming back.
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