The Heartbroken - S01 E75

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The Heartbroken - S01 E75

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 75

I liked every ride. I loved

the feeling of being

suspended in air for a

while, high up where

you’d never reached

before, your body

propelled by something

entirely apart from you.

It felt good.

“Ky, come here for a

bit!”

Snapping out of my

trance, I looked up to

see Seth waving for me

to come over. He looked

like a stupid puppy.

Alyssa nudged me with

her elbow.

“Go on. He looks stupid

waving like that.”

I laughed and walked

over to him, feeling

weirdly conscious

because I knew the

girls were looking at me

from behind. Seth was

standing in front of a

colorful stall.

“Which flavor do you

want?” He nodded to

the ice cream displayed

behind a clear glass.

“Vanilla,” I replied

without even looking at

the available flavors.

He rolled his eyes.

“That’s so boring. Oh,

Kyla, what would you

do without me?” he

said before ordering

something that was

clearly not vanilla.

Jerk.

“I said I wanted vanilla.

What’s the point of

asking when you’ll go

ahead and order

something else?”

Right on cue, the Seth

Everett Smile. “Trust

me. You’ll love this.”

“Do you know what

happened between

Alyssa and Warren?” I

asked him, turning back

to watch them making

fun of Dan’s hair.

Seth glanced at them

for a second before

shrugging. “Not really.

They’re just the most

frustrating couple ever.”

“It’s obvious they still

like each other,” I

couldn’t help but say.

He gave me a look,

making me weirdly

conscious of the fact

that I hadn’t really

combed my hair. “What

do you think should

they do? Two

people”—he looked

down, his eyes hooded,

letting me know he

was being serious

—“who obviously like

each other?”

The question bothered

me. It seemed as if it

bore this weight that

wasn’t just about

Warren and Alyssa,

that there was an

undercurrent to it. Like

there was something

he really wanted to ask

but didn’t. “They should

just tell each other,” I

said.

He sighed. “It’s not

nearly as simple as

that.”

“Why not? You said it

yourself. They’re the

most frustrating couple

ever. If they would just

—”

“If Cedric came and told

him he still loves you,”

he said, cutting me off,

“and you still love him,

what would you do?”

I looked at him sharply,

surprised that he

brought up something

like that so rashly. I

almost wanted to slap

him, feeling violated. He

wasn’t even looking at

me. “I don’t—”

“You can deny all you

want,” he said, cutting

me off once more, “but

denying something

doesn’t make it less

true. Look, what I’m

saying is that, would

you and Cedric get back

together if you told

each other how you

really feel? Sometimes,

feelings aren’t enough

to bury the past and all

the shit that happened

between now and

then.”

My chest constricted,

feeling pissed that he

could talk about this so

indifferently, hurt that

he could regard my

feelings this way—like

they didn’t matter.

Before I could stop

myself from retaliating,

I was already saying,

“Is that how you feel

about Sarah?”

The shock was written

evidently on his face. He

stared at me,

unblinking, taking more

than a second for him

to recover.