Chapter 385 The First Time He Spoke Harshly
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“I was restless for a whole day and night; I was angry and helpless too,” Winston said quietly. “But in the end, I suddenly felt calm.”
“I thought, fine then… I’m just some unlucky loser who got thrown away by the world,” he said, his eyes widening slightly, a dull bitterness flickering in them. “I accepted it.”
Accepted it… Those words slipped into Dalton’s cars and made his heart tremble.
He hadn’t expected Winston to think that way… He shouldn’t have been this pessimistic… and the one who pushed him there–the one who made him feel that way–was him.
In that moment, Dalton suddenly realized-
He’d messed up.
He’d been wrong from the start.
He should’ve never thought he could be some kind of hero–that he could save this pitiful boy.
The truth was, he couldn’t save Winston at all.
Winston was still stuck in that same home, still bearing the weight of his father’s emotional abuse, still misunderstood by everyone around him….
All Dalton had ever done was offer a tiny bit of comfort–but that wasn’t enough to change Winston’s life.
More importantly, Dalton couldn’t be by Winston’s side all the time.
Especially now that he was sick.
He didn’t even know what his own future looked like.
He could barely manage his own life–how was he supposed to take care of Winston’s too?
If he’d never stepped into Winston’s life, maybe none of this would’ve happened.
Winston would still be Winston, still born into that family. He wouldn’t have felt the sting of contrast- wouldn’t have gotten used to care, only to be crushed by its sudden disappearance; wouldn’t have turned so bitter, so hopeless.
It was like rescuing a stray dog–if it had always lived on the streets, it might’ve quietly adapted to that life. But if someone came along, fed it, took care of it, gave it warmth for a little while–then vanished–the dog would end up more heartbroken than ever…
Unless that person took the dog in for good.
But Dalton knew–he couldn’t do that.
Winston wasn’t a dog, and Dalton couldn’t be there for him all the time.
So if that was the case, maybe it would’ve been better if none of it had ever started.
He didn’t want to be the one who showed up, gave him a taste of sweetness, and, then left him with nothing
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Chapter 385 The First Time He Spoke Harshly
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“Winston, I get how you feel.” With that thought, Dalton finally parted his lips; his eyes looked like cool, polished glass–beautiful and calm. “But-”
“Don’t pretend to care,” Winston suddenly cut him off, his voice sharp. “You say you understand, but you stood me up without a second thought. I doubt you ever really saw me as a friend.”
That hit hard. Dalton clenched his fists without thinking.
He bit down, a flash of fury burning through his eyes.
Hearing him say that–like Dalton hadn’t treated him like a friend–was unreal. He had no idea what Dalton had been dealing with back then. The pressure had been crushing, Dalton was barely hanging on, worn down in every possible way.
He’d been through so much, and Winston never knew. Yet now he stood there, accusing Dalton of not caring.
Anger, frustration-
A flood of emotions surged through Dalton’s chest. He had already decided he didn’t want to be entangled with Winston anymore, didn’t want to give him any more false hope. And now, the rage pushed him even further–made it all crystal clear.
Some things needed to be said–once and for all.
“If that’s what you think, then let’s not be friends anymore.”
Dalton had never said anything cruel in his entire life.
But right now, facing Winston–he did it for the first time.
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