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?

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

a mess if I

you want, then-” I only started

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

her…I

“Whatever you

that,” I pat him on the back, “Whatever it is that you owe, you don’t have to

072 Trapped Soul

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It’s very

acting. No matter how small a role, he would put his all in and make it memorable. I

can’t…” He mumbles, more to himself than to us, “She was so kind a soul…I just wish things could go back to when I was blind…at least we were

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

to show me, “actually it was my head, and the clot pressed on my optic nerves. I lost my sight and had

took care of you?” I can somewhat guess the story from

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

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