Kneeling for a Second Chance (Sebastian and Valeria) novel Chapter 259

That night, Sebastian had a dream where he was back in college. But this time, he was a bystander watching from the sidelines.

He watched a quiet, aloof young man walking a few steps ahead of a chubby young woman.

They walked those paths at Stredview University together as the years slipped by.

Sebastian wasn't sure whether it was really a dream. In that strange dimension, he caught glimpses of things he had never seen before.

He couldn't tell if any of it was real, not knowing that it was from Jane's eyes.

She was behind the counter of a little dessert shop, making a mocha frappe.

While she worked, she kept sneaking glances at her phone. It was as if she were waiting for something, though the disappointment in her eyes kept giving her away.

Sebastian couldn't help but walk closer.

He thought he wouldn't be able to see it, but then he did. He saw her sending a message to himself, asking which classroom he was in.

However, he didn't reply to her message.

Sebastian, now at 29 years old, could hardly comprehend the choices his younger self had made.

Jane was done making the mocha frappe and jogged across campus. He followed right behind her.

When they reached the lecture hall, someone called out, "Hey, isn't that the fat chick who works at the dessert shop? I can't remember which faculty she's from. I bought a mango slush there the other day."

"The strawberry frappe is pretty good, too. I actually like that place."

"Yeah, she makes it better than the owner. The drinks taste way better when the fat chick makes them."

It was just casual chatter, but each word hit Sebastian like a slap.

He couldn't stop himself from walking over. He wasn't the type to hit a woman, but he couldn't stomach hearing those sharp words.

He couldn't believe it. That person couldn't speak without throwing the word "fat" around like a weapon.

Sebastian swung his hand, but it landed on nothing at all.

The lecture hall was still quite empty as it wasn't time for class yet.

Then, she reached out and tugged at the young Sebastian's sleeve.

He finally looked up with a detached expression and snapped, "Don't touch me. Suit yourself."

Sebastian lunged forward and grabbed his younger self by the collar. He barked, "Sebastian! What the hell are you doing? Turn her down!"

The 19-year-old Sebastian stared at his 29-year-old self, the same defiance still written across his face. Neither of them spoke. They just locked eyes.

Sebastian's hand trembled as he demanded, "You know Jane made this for you, don't you?"

His younger self scoffed. "And didn't you always know that too?"

His face blurred into a haze, but the smile at the corner of his lips only deepened.

Sebastian jolted awake. He shot upright, his body drenched in cold sweat.