The Heartbroken - S01 E95

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The Heartbroken - S01 E95

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 95

“It’s not,” I replied

sheepishly.

“It is,” he insisted.

“Can I keep this?” I

asked him, carefully

holding the paper in my

hand.

“Uh, duh?” he said.

“What else am I going

to do with that?” He

looked at the lapto,

reading the words over

again. It was my turn

to feel embarrassed.

After a few moments,

he said, “How did you

come up with this?”

I shrugged. “We were

asked to write that

after reading this poem,

All Because You Kissed

Me Goodnight. Miss

Adams wanted us to

show an emotion

without having to say

what it is.”

“I haven’t read that.”

“You should. It’s

actually funny and

good.”

He was quiet for a

moment. “This is about

your Dad, right?”

I bit my lower lip,

nodding. “I didn’t mean

it to be like that at first.

I was planning to write

this whole thing about

someone running away,

but when I began

writing, I ended up

thinking of Dad.” He let

the words hang in the

air. Hugging my knees

to my chest, I said,

“What was bothering

you earlier?”

His shoulders visibly

sagged, like he didn’t

have enough energy to

deal with my question.

“Let’s play the Question

Game again,” I added.

“I’m pretty sure I still

have seven questions

or—”

“You have six. I have

seven.” Wow, he

remembered. “And also,

it’s my turn.”

“Then go ahead and ask

me something.”

Running his fingers

through his hair, he set

the laptop aside and

gently snapped it shut.

“You’re not going to let

this go, are you?”

“Is that your question?”

He gave me a look. “No,

of course not.”

“Then hurry up.”

He closed his eyes and

let out an exasperated

sigh. “Okay, fine.” He

reopened them. “Would

you wish things had

gone differently? If you

were given the choice

to turn back time,

would you wish Cedric

never dumped you and

you were still best

friends with Hail? Would

you wish that this

never—that I never—

happened at all?”

It felt like everything

had stopped as looked

me directly in the eye,

an unreadable

expression on his face.

The question took me

by surprise, and the

way he asked it was

even more surprising.

Alyssa’s smile crept its

way to my mind, along

with the memory of

being together with the

rest. I thought of

debates between

mustard and mayo, of

crazy roller coaster

rides, of Seth ruffling

my hair and teasing me

and calling at two in the

morning to annoy me. I

thought about all this

and more, trying to

think of a life without

those moments.

My voice was barely

more than just a

whisper. “I wouldn’t.”

I was afraid to look at

his face, but curiosity

got the best of me and

I looked up. The

unreadable mask was

still on his face. “Are

you telling the truth? Or

are you just saying this

because—”

“What happened to all

your bravado about

seeing right through my

lies?” I cut him off.

A slow smile. “Right.”

I cleared my throat,

having had enough of

this heart to heart talk

with him. Man, was it

always this stuffy in

my room? I really should

have cleaned it up or

something. I squirmed a

bit, trying to make

myself more

comfortable. A few

moments of silence

passed.