Alice had chosen self-pity—no, she'd chosen needless sacrifice, which was somehow worse. He might have tried to sympathize, tried to come up with something else to help, but Alice had also chosen to direct all her anger at him, resulting in cruelty and a hollow pang in his chest.
His expression dropped, and for a moment it looked as though he might cry.
"You know, you'd never know we used to be friends with the things you're saying," he said quietly, trying to keep himself from any burst of emotion, be it anger or anguish. "But I'd rather know now that you resented me all those years."
His expression dropped, and for a moment it looked as though he might cry.
"You know, you'd never know we used to be friends with the things you're saying," he said quietly, trying to keep himself from any burst of emotion, be it anger or anguish. "But I'd rather know now that you resented me all those years."
