Chadrick was not speaking after hearing my story. He was just sitting on the bed, head hung low in the middle of his shoulders, with hands locked together tightly.
I pursed my lips in a thin line as I watched him mourn alone. “Don’t blame yourself,” I told him. If this happened years ago, I would have asked him to blame himself.
But that’s not fair.
I can’t blame him for something he knew nothing about.
The only mistake he did was to not listen to me.
I held his shoulder but he shook his head. Not long after, sobs were heard and his shoulders were shaking.
“Chadrick—”
“I don’t even know how to show my face to you now,” he told me in between sobs. “If I had known…only if I had known…” he sobbed even harder and couldn’t finish what he’s going to say.
Tears once more filled my
