"She was my little sister and he was my best friend and I wasn't ready to choose a side or lose them so I did what I thought was right," I answer, sighing in regret, realising I did more harm than good.
"You asked him to stay away." He says in shock, "and you only told her the truth today."
"Yeah," I nod slowly, knowing where the question is heading to.
He spends the next couple of minute silently contemplating, over what I just told him, "She spent those years thinking he left because he didn't love her anymore and you just told her he did?" his breath cuts and I worry that he might be choking on air. He runs a shaky hand through his already messed up hair and tugs on it, "I don't think she's ever going to come back."
He says in defeat and takes a stroll to the bar across the room the
