Justin also felt utterly foolish. Joshua's words brought him back to his senses—as if he had never truly been completely bewitched, as if he had been waiting for his own hero, a sliver of light to reach out and grasp. Ultimately, he was just a coward—terrified of a world that wouldn't spare a glance for a speck of dust like him.
"Everyone has their own thoughts, Justin. You're the victim here, don't cry." Joshua's voice suddenly rang out—gentle, soft.
Instinctively, Justin straightened his back, blinking as he wiped his face. His hand came away completely dry. Clearly, Joshua was teasing him.
He pressed his lips together, looked at Joshua, and said softly, "I'm not crying."
Joshua smiled at that. "That's good. You said you wouldn't ever let that friend affect you again, so I hope you can keep your word."
