The Heartbroken - S01 E83

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The Heartbroken - S01 E83

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 83

I snorted. “Yes, and pigs

could fly.” I saw him

open his mouth to

comment on this, but I

cut him off and said,

“No, Seth. He didn’t. And

if he had, I wouldn’t

have cared.”

The lie rolled off my

tongue easily, but we

both knew it was

exactly just that. A lie.

“Did he ever tell you

why he broke up with

you?” he asked me.

I scoffed. “He said it

was complicated.

A-----e.”

Cedric was always

straightforward when

it came to things that

really matter. It was

completely unlike him to

do this. What was it

that he couldn’t actually

tell me?

“What if his reasons

are, I dunno,

reasonable, what

then?” he asked me.

“What do you mean by

that?”

“Will you forgive him?

Stop hating him and go

back into his arms?”

I didn’t want to think

about it. I didn’t want

to know my answer. So

instead I said, “I

wouldn’t risk the safety

of your balls, Seth.”

He shook his head,

laughing, “Ah, Kyla

Evans, the Guardian of

thy Balls.”

I laughed.

A moment passed. I

waited for him to ask

more questions, but he

kept quiet.

“Seth?”

“Yeah?”

“Why did you decide to

help me?”

He shoved his hands

into the pockets if his

hoodie. “Why not?”

“I’m serious.”

He contemplated it for

a second. I was sure he

wasn’t going to answer

me, so I was surprised

when he did. “I offered

my help,” he said,

“because it looked like

you needed it.”

“I was fine on my own,”

I muttered.

“Yeah, but that’s the

point. You were just

fine, but being just fine

should never be enough.

You deserve more.”

I blinked, falling silent.

“I told you I’d been

there before.”

“For all your talk about

moving on, it’s obvious

you’re still hung up on

Sarah,” I said.

He considered this for a

while. “That’s

differrent.” He sounded

almost sad, and it made

me feel bad for bringing

it up. I was miserable

enough for the two of

us.

“Also, I hadn’t been

thinking of her as much

as I was before,” he

said.

“Really? Why?”

He grinned. “You came

along.”

I tried to gather my

wits enough to

stammer out a reply,

‘tried’ being the

operative word.

“I guess I’m too busy

thinking of ways to

annoy you,” he added,

eyes twinkling. “And

worrying about the

safety of my balls.”

“Ah, worry not,” I said,

forcing myself to forget

that sudden jolt of…

something that I felt

from his words earlier.

“You annoy me enough

already and your balls

are perfectly safe,

Everett.”

“Good to know.” He

smiled before shifting

back to looking serious.

“For the record, I’m glad

I offered to help you.”

I was, too, but I didn’t

tell him that. “We should

probably go back. Lunch

is almost over.”

—

At half past eight, Seth

parked a few houses

from my house. I was

unprepared to face my

mother, but I knew I

had no choice.

“Seth,” I said before I

could stop myself. “I

can’t face her alone.” I

hated the way I felt so

weak. It was stupid.