I’m an idiot. No, I’m worse. I’m a coward. The day I walked away, I didn’t go home. I walked to the beach. I sat on the cold sand and I thought about every second I’ve known you.
Nick finally met his eyes, and they were brimming with tears. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Charlie.” Nick and Charlie
The confession happened in the art block, under the cold fluorescent lights that made everything look like a crime scene. Nick had just tackled a Year 13 who’d called Charlie a slur. His knuckles were red, his chest was heaving, and his eyes were a storm of fury and fear. I’m an idiot