"Honestly, I don't really care what you do at the moment," he said, the words spilling out without thought. They were practiced... all of it, words and judgments ingrained within him over a lifetime. For a moment, no more than a second or two, he felt something he'd rarely felt in his life.
It was guilt.
But it was there and gone, and he pushed open the door, chin held high and alone again.
no subject
It was guilt.
But it was there and gone, and he pushed open the door, chin held high and alone again.