I know it’s a decade too late, but I just… I had to say it.” He looked down at his hands, then back up at me, his eyes brimming with something I couldn’t quite decipher. “I messed up. I was a coward.
I was confused, scared, battling my own demons I didn’t even understand back then. And I took it out on the one person who deserved none of it.” His voice cracked. “You deserved so much better than the pain I put you through.
His words, raw and unvarnished, were a shock. Not the anger I expected, not the defensiveness I’d replayed in my head a thousand times.
Just profound sorrow. And for the first time, truly, I saw him not as the monster I’d painted, but as a flawed, broken human being. My god, he was hurting too.
A strange weight began to lift from my chest. A decade of carrying that anger, that bitterness, that profound sense of betrayal… it had been crushing me. And in this moment, hearing his genuine remorse, I felt a flicker of something new.
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