“Jack!” Julie knocked on the door of his flat repeatedly. “Don’t make me break down this door.”
Within seconds, her best friend opened up, and glared at her. Well, at least her threat did work on him.
“I’m sorry,” the apology stumbled out of her mouth the moment her eyes met his.
“Sorry?” He raked his hand through his hair angrily. “Sorry? Sorry for what exactly?”
“I… I,” she stammered on her words, unable to form a coherent sentence.
“Sorry for f*****g your brother right against the wall while I was laying down, resting, mourning?”
“I’m sorry,” she repeated meekly.
Jack hated seeing her so sheepish, but he couldn’t help the tone of his voice as he told her, “I loved you. I tried to forget you but I still do.”
She flinched, almost as if she had just been slapped in the fa
