“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.”
He laughed.
“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.
A connection.
Our guilt.
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