Right.
Just like what Charlie told me before we broke up. Clarisse didn’t mind him being gay at all—no wonder she was too verbally upfront toward him.
Bravery.
Easy to go with.
And very supportive. I gave her all the credit for being that person.
How I wish my dad also had this way of thinking about us. Perhaps I could have been the happiest son alive, as I won’t hesitate to choose Charlie over Clarisse to marry.
But that’s not what matters to me at the moment. Charlie’s response is. He must lie or not drag me into this mess; otherwise, his sister will be hurt.
“Yeah, I had a boyfriend,” Charlie confessed, his voice calm, and I sensed that he was not bluffing. “We are supposed to meet here tonight, but I can’t just throw my sister and brother-in-law away just because of him.”
I rested my back against the chair and secretly looked Charlie in the eyes, signaling him not to go further with the details. He’s playing fire with fire. Whatever he was thinking, I’m not buying it.
“Right, bro
