Jared remembered every small amount he had ever lent Adam, ten dollars, twenty dollars, as if they were great acts of generosity.
'As if I owed him my life for scraps…'
And now that he needed money, Adam's refusal angered him.
"Acting all high and mighty now," Jared muttered bitterly.
He created a separate group.And began talking behind Adam's back. Complaints. Mockery. Insults.
Some people, uncomfortable with it, quietly forwarded those messages to Adam.
Adam read them in silence. Then he let out a low, bitter chuckle.
'Jared… you really are something.'
Back when they were best friends, Jared always acted like his biggest supporter.
But whenever Adam truly needed help… He was always the first to step back.
Adam didn't give them the satisfaction of seeing him break. He ignored all of them.
"So be it," he muttered under his breath.
Even if they called him a coward… ungrateful… selfish… "I won't pay attention to any of it."
