They’re not lies.
Julian didn’t say anything after that. Though, neither did I. I just gawked at him while he stared down at his bloody mary.
I wanted to ask him to go into more detail. If he could specifically tell me which of the things Bridget said weren’t lies, I wouldn’t be on such a downward spiral of thoughts. I wouldn’t be trying so hard to bend over backwards to convince myself that Julian didn’t actually have a crush on me somehow.
But, I supposed deep down, I already knew the truth. Not all that long ago, we had a similar talk on the beach as Julian threw rocks and shells into the ocean waves.
Yet here, in the quiet of the deck in this mid-morning, with Julian already halfway through a blood mary, everything felt a bit more dire, a bit more real.
This wasn’t about getting o
