DUSTY ATTIC
“I-I don't know where to start…" she trails off after a few minutes of us seating in pin drop silence and I roll my eyes as Julian laughs dryly. “I'd expect you to know where exactly to start seeing as it took you almost two decades to come around.” He replies and dad gives us a pleading look to which I squeeze Julian's hand shaking my head at him. “I'm-I-I'm so sorry…I wasn't thinking clearly, and I didn't know what-” her statement breaks off as she begins sobbing hysterically. I exchange a look with dad who seated on the sofa closest to her, and he arches a brow at me in return our confusion clashing. She was crying? f*****g hilarious… “If this is why you came here then I'm going to have to say goodnight, I have a family that's waiting for me back home, one I'm not planning on ghost
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