Mark’s Continuous Justification
Still, Mark tried to soften the blow, his words tumbling out in desperate waves. “I never meant for it to spiral like this,” he insisted, voice laced with regret. His attempts at justification were earnest, but empty—they couldn’t erase the evidence. My patience thinned with every plea. Promises without proof had lost their worth. This wasn’t about understanding anymore; it was about accountability, something he and his parents had sidestepped for far too long.
Mark’s Continuous Justification
Connection Hanging by Threads
By then, our bond was fraying, stretched to breaking. “I don’t know how much longer I can do this without real answers,” I admitted, the words tasting like betrayal as they left my lips. Mark met my gaze, and for a moment, I saw the weight of my words register. What we once shared had been stained by layers of dishonesty, leaving us suspended in a fragile in-between. Transparency was the only thing that could stitch us back together—if it wasn’t already too late.
Connection Hanging By Threads
