He sighed. “I’m… fine. I don’t really have a choice, since life goes on no matter how I’m feeling.”
"That doesn’t mean how you’re feeling doesn’t matter, J."
Justin’s stoic face crumpled as he moved to sit on Charlie’s bed. “I’m… I just feel utterly betrayed by someone I thought would love me, no matter what,” he whispered, pulling his knees up to his chest.
Charlie moved to sit next to Justin, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, J,” he whispered.
He leaned against Charlie, resting his head on his shoulder as tears ran silently down his face.











