Never Too Late | ✓

[Chapter Two: Brad]

❝Be mindful when it comes to your words. A string of some that don't mean much to you, may stick with someone else for a lifetime.❞

--Rachel Wolchin

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CHAPTER TWO

She lost count of the minutes she'd been staring at his latest tweet, trying to gather the jumble mess of thoughts inside her. Her mind rethinking the whole thing, that voice whispering into her ear all the reasons why this could backfire. The what if's swirling inside her head like bees to a honeycomb.

Yet she knew what she had to do.

With a quick prayer to the heavens, she focused her eyes back on the screen, fingers hovering over it as she took one last deep breath and began typing.

Becca: @Brady_Duv0u

Hi Brad, I know we haven't seen each other on the last four years...

She stopped. Re-read and shook her head, letting out a frustrated sigh. Understatement: This writing thing wasn't her best asset. Her thumb tapped the delete button until the blank screen stared up at her. She tried again.

Becca: @Brady_Duv0u

Brad, hey, I've thought of writing you for a while now. It's been a long time since we last saw each other, hope you're doing fine.

Your face has circled my mind this last week and I had wondered why. Why would you out of all my friends follow my thoughts wherever I went?

Well...I racked my brains to find an answer to that question and I finally understood. That unease I had when a new picture or tweet appeared on my screen persisted to chase me around because there were things I'd left unsaid. Things I never had the courage to say before. Things I didn't realize I should have said a long time ago.

Don't worry, I'm not about to confess my undying love for you, nor I'm going to degrade you. I just wanted to apologise.

I can picture you reading this and raising a brow. Yeah, well...I know this sounds weird coming from me, geez, it sounds weird even to me. But I can't just stuff all this into a bottle and drop it into the ocean you know... I need to say it or well...type it, so the only thing I ask of you is to read it, just that. You don't even have to answer if you don't want to.

Ok.

You might be wondering what I'm about to apologise for, and the answer is everything.

I'm sorry Brad, I'm sorry for the way I spoke to you in school. I can still remember the horrid things I said to you and I can't even believe how those words spilled from my mouth. You didn't deserve them.

I'm sorry for the way Camille and I spread gossip about you, how we ridiculed you in front of others about your body, all the awful nicknames we made up, I'm sorry for calling you 'Woodie' 'Peanut' 'Blank-slate' really, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry about the time we lied to your girlfriend telling her you had Peyronie's disease and she ended up breaking up with you and plastering leaflets in the lockers warning all the girls.

I'm sorry about that time I gave you all the wrong answers during our Spanish test and you got a D minus.

I'm sorry about that time when we almost ruined your friendship with Thomas over a made up lie. Even though later we convinced him you really weren't chatting up his girlfriend. We shouldn't have made it up anyway.

I'm sorry about that time we went on a trip and I stole your lunchbox.

I'm sorry about the way I mocked your Spanish pronunciation.

I'm sorry about that time you came at me and I rejected you with a string of ugly words.

I'm sorry if I'm forgetting something. And if I am, I'm sorry for that too.

I just...I realized how much a pair of words could hurt and even though you let the world see that you are strong and can stand anything. We are all humans and have our ups and downs.

I'm sorry for adding weight to your downs Brad. Hope you forgive me one day.

Best wishes,

Love, Becca.

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a/n: Did you ever felt guilty for treating someone badly? What did you do to in order to apologise?