Making it up
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    Elias frowned. âExcuse me? No right? I decide to tell the people I want to know about how my parents died, okay?â And it was unfair towards Jon as well. He who told everything about his past to Elias. Jon deserved to know, Elias needed to be equal with him. He watched Neil lose his shit and frowned even more. It was definitely not helping him to keep his blood cool. He shook his head with a nervous laugh. âYeah, sure. So what Iâm the bad guy of the story now? Because I only know one side of the story and you believe I would talk shit about you?! I hope you know I donât say anything I donât know. I told the facts. I told how I felt about it all, about you. And a monster was not one of them. I also know why you did it, the same reason why I fight him back in the first place.â Elias put both his hands on his face to wipe out his facial tired expression. âSo please spare me your drama, and if thereâs details I donât know shoot them already. Thatâs why weâre here, arenât we?â
Oh god, was he really this verb in a public place like this? Neil shared a bad look but didnât reply and only took his beer to drink. He avoided his look but listened and got surprised by those words. He was still not agreeing with the fact that someone else could know what he did because it was dangerous, dangerous for him, it was just a new Damocles sword above his head. He didnât reply, staring at an invisible point, it was what he wanted to have since the beginning, an opportunity to tell his version of the story but he just kept his mouth shut for a few seconds, maybe more. He had to first calm down, so he took a deep breath to not just keep arguing with him. Eliasâs words were changing his opinion, yes he had believed that Elias would talk shit about him because he was always showing his anger, even after all those years and maybe Neilâs own regrets werenât helping. This was affecting him, more than he would have thought, he felt like losing the confidence he built during all those years, back in shoes of his younger him, it felt weird. âFine.â He finally said. âBut not here.â He couldnât confess his crimes in a place like this one, it was obviously too dangerous.











