Hollows In Time (✔️) | 'Hollows' Book Ⅱ

Chapter Thirty-Seven

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FreeFireMc / Unresponsive_exe
Love from,
Cassie

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Jameson stared at me. His eyes were blank. Then they were searching. Then they were wide.

His lips seemed to tremble. "You don't ne–"

"But I did." I interrupted. "And I won't regret it, just because what you did hurt me." I continued to stare at him.

He shook his head. "If it hurt you, you shouldn't be forgiving me."

"Forgive but don't forget." I shrugged, "and I've already forgiven you anyway." I told him, suddenly becoming cynical.

"That's not the same." He spoke.

I frowned, "why not?"

Jameson looked at a loss for words.

"Because I was different back then?" My voice took on an accusatory tone and Jameson flinched.

"No, not necessarily." I raised my eyebrows. "But they were different circumstances." Jameson explained.

I smiled. "Forgiveness can't be undone." I told him.

He gave me a sorrowful smile. "Yes, it can."

I raised an eyebrow, shifting my weight onto my left leg, "and how do you know that?"

He looked suddenly sad. "Because when we found you again, you hated me."

In that moment, I was blinded by both a vulnerability and innocence that I had never seen in him before. The honesty shone in his sapphire eyes. There were no cruel jokes. He was a victim of my changed heart. He was a victim of my pain.

"I didn't hate you." But Jameson didn't look convinced. "I was just scared to like you." Jameson frowned.

"What?" There was a moment where we stood perfectly still, and the calm breeze whirling around us was the only movement in the universe.

"I blamed everything that happened to me on you. It was the only explanation that made sense." Jameson stared at me.

"I had a rough few weeks at home, because you left me; I buried myself in lies, because you weren't there to help me; I was abducted, because you abandoned me; I was tortured, because you forgot about me; I was alone, because you didn't care about me; I was in danger, because you never came to save me." I let it settle in.

"And now I'm broken, and I couldn't imagine that you could fix me. Because I believed that it was your fault, that you had broken me in the first place."

Silence broke out.

"It was my fault." After grand speech, Jameson still dug himself a hole of depression. I frowned.

"No, it's not." But Jameson looked unconvinced.

I sighed. "I had a rough few weeks at home, because the Guardians' plan was abrupt—I wasn't prepared; I buried myself in lies, because I had to protect the Academy; I was abducted, because there were faults in the guarding system; I was tortured, because some people in the world have so much hatred in their hearts; I was alone, because you thought I wasn't; I was in danger, because you had faulty data." I finished speaking, sucking in a huge breath after, knowing that I had told him the truth.