Brutes (Short Story)

Creative Writing / Wednesday, November 29th, 2017

Ross coldly raised his voice. “You are no different from me on my worst day, Seph— —so you better stop pretending like you’re some angel, that- that you are not capable of being cruel and immature yourself because you are and you’ve just proven yourself to be. At least I’m fully repentant, and I’ve spent much of my life making up for my sins to you. At least I even apologized and I’ve never ceased communicating as necessary. And yet right now you’re just standing there, looking at me like a lost deer, can’t even speak or say sorry, with no willingness to admit to your own selfish pride and misgivings, or at least acknowledge that you’ve f*cked up as badly as I had.”

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