She Approved the Split He Fell Apart

Chapter 72

072 Trapped Soul

Sebastian’s POV

Jim took the shotgun. Upon Justin’s words, he exchanges a glance with me in the rear mirror with an unexplainable look. That’s a look mixed with confusion, surprise, and condemnation.

Condemn that the story I told him was obviously biased. I told him what I heard from Justin, and because I trusted Justin, I assumed that was the truth. I forgot how people can make mistakes, even if they meant well. I don’t think Justin lied to me,. but I think he didn’t tell the whole story because…

He didn’t know the whole truth.

Justin looks me right in the eyes, and I see a lost kid who is crying for help with the desperation in the tears twirling in there.

“Justin, tell me what happened,” Using a firm but gentle tone, I grab the back of his neck and knead, like how I did with my little brother, “You can tell me. I’m here for you.”

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“I don’t know…!” The moment he opens his mouth, he burst into a hysterical rant, I’m so fucking tired! I don’t know what to do! Everything I do is horrible, is hurting her, is wrong! I’m neglecting her if I work, and I’m too clingy when I spend time with her! I’m only allowed to fucking give her money and I can’t even ask what she’s doing with it! She turned into this mean, cold, manipulative monster! I don’t recognize the girl who took care of me during my eye surgery at all! I-”

What?

divorce!” He throws himself back into the seat, covering his eyes with his arm. His ears, actually his whole face and neck are red as he tries to swallow his

he was such a mess if I didn’t come

want, then-” I only started when he

and forth, turning back

promised her…I owe

“Whatever you

on the back, “Whatever it is that you owe, you

072 Trapped Soul

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It’s very

signed him at his pure love of acting. No matter how small a role, he would put his all in and make it memorable. I don’t see that sunny kid anymore.

can’t…” He mumbles, more to himself than to us, “She was so kind a soul…I just wish things could

once, probably during the recovery period

the clot pressed on my optic nerves. I lost

you?” I can somewhat guess the story from

on his face when he pulls up that memory, “I didn’t know if I would ever see her again, and she fed me, talked to me and walked me through those abominable surgeries. She was a patient there, too. A broken leg, I

for a year. If that was