Becker
I just sat beside Julian when the boy, “You made Amber fell from her bike,” accused me with that. Well, not exactly an accusation because I was the one who made her fell. Indirectly. And this brat didn’t waste time at all.
“I did. I was a jerk last night, Julian.”
“She looked so sad for a couple of days. Her mind was not even with her. She always…dozed off and then she punched that guy in the bar.”
“I heard that.”
“I couldn’t really say anything because if I were in her position, I would be confused too.”
“Because you don’t want to face your past too,” I murmured and I had his attention on me immediately. “I know what happened to you, Julian, and I’m not going to judge you for that. And please, don’t blame Amber for telling me that.” He looked away. Probably had predicted th
