SHERRY
Zack sits on the grass and motions me to do the same, somehow indicating that this will be a very long story.
I see how visibly conflicted he seems. He takes a deep breath and runs a hand through his hair.
“Charlotte lost a lot of things because of me,” he starts but at the same time, he seems to have a hard time finding his words, “no-, she lost everything because of me!”
What does he even mean?
I furrow my brows trying to make sense out of his words. I can feel the guilt and regret dripping in his words.
He turns towards me and smiles half heartedly. “Do you want the long story or the short story?” he asks jokingly, but I know that it's something deep for him.
I try to force a smile. “Whatever is comfortable for you.” I reply.
He takes a deep breath once again. This must b
