I saw how visibly conflicted Archer seemed. He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hazel hair.

He sat on the grass and motioned me to do the same, somehow telling me that this would be a long story.

"Jessica lost a lot of things because of me," he seemed to have a hard time finding his words, "no--, she lost everything because of me."

I furrowed my brows trying to make sense of his words. I could feel the guilt and regret dripping in his words.

He turned towards me and smiled half heartedly. "Do you want the long story or the short story?" he asks...