287 Regret

Frey's heart pounded against his chest. 'Why did I tell them so much?' he thought, instantly regretting his actions. 'Maybe I can say it was all a joke. It's not too late.' His lips quivered, trying and failing to form a fake smile. 'No, I am dealing with this now.' He pressed his fingernails into his palms. The pain kept him still as he waited for their responses. 'They're not going to believe me. They're just going to laugh. Gwen would laugh and she's…a manipulative bitch.'

"And?" Elero was the first one to ask. Frey was preparing for her to attack, curse, or yell, but her calmness was somehow worse than all of those things. He cocked his head to the side and froze for a couple of moments, trying to process that single word.

"What do you mean and?" Frey rebuked. 'That's it?' He thought. 'All the anxiety, all the pained silence and guilt, all the stress and sleeplessness; that was all for nothing? No, this can't be it. They must have misunderstood something.'