24 - Liar
Harry felt rotten.
And it was strange, because he was keeping secrets from Nick too. From Monroe, and Rosalee and Hank. But somehow that was never this bad. Never unbearable. Yes, it made him feel guilty, sometimes, but it never made him feel this much like a complete and utter liar.
Maybe it was because they didn't know he was keeping secrets from them?
But Julliette was staring at him, expectantly, looking for answers, looking for the truth and Harry stared at her, helplessly, not having anything to give her.
Not without repercussions.
And if this was his decision – if this was his life, he would have told her. Because when it came down to it – when it came down to secrets and trust and hope, somehow Harry had always gone down that road. He had put his faith in his friends and taken the plunge and found that his family of friends still stood by him when he rose, bruised and battered, from the ground.
But this was not his life at stake – this was Nick's life, Nick's hope and Nick's trust and Nick's secrets so really the only simple truth he could give her was this.
"I'm sorry."
Word Count: 200
