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?

seat, covering his eyes with his arm. His ears, actually his whole face and neck are red as he

know he was such a mess if I didn’t come

you want, then-” I only started when he

I can’t…” Justin shakes back and forth, turning back to being hysterical,

her…I

“Whatever you

I’ll pay for that,” I pat him on the back, “Whatever it is that

072 Trapped Soul

+25 BONUS

It’s very

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. Just an old

He mumbles, more to himself than to us, “She was so kind a soul…I just wish things could go back to

he was “blind” once, probably during the recovery period

eyes for a role,” Justin pushes his hair sideways to show me, “actually it was my head, and the clot pressed on my optic nerves. I lost my sight and had to have several

I can somewhat

memory, “I didn’t know if I would ever see her again, and

don’t think a broken leg would hospitalize one for a year. If that was how they met, it wasn’t