Moved

{ℙearl}

Her light blue eyes watched him when he spoke up; was he actually going to open up? Julian was always so quiet- and it was rare he opened up ever. So instead, Pearl decided to give him the floor, and give him the chance to say whatever he wanted to say.   She folded her hands in her lap, waiting with bated breath.

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  Julian grew silent once more, he just wasn't sure how he should even tell her. What if Pearl judges him for it? Sees him differently? What kind of man sleeps with his mother? Even if it was unwilling but it happened none the less. 

  Maybe words weren't what he needed to do, maybe letting her see some of his memories would be better. Besides, he was never good with words. This would be easier. So still not saying a word he looked at her and let a select few of his memories pour into her mind. Of course, he didn't show her the graphics of everything, just implied as to what happened. 

  This went on for not even a minute before he stopped. He got up, his back facing her as he looked for something for his nose, that was bleeding. This had been a mistake and Julian knew it.