The Heartbroken - S01 E108

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The Heartbroken - S01 E108

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 108

She didn’t notice me

until I was already just

a few feet away from

her. She looked up in

surprise, eyes wide,

almost like a deer

caught in the headlights.

Something squeezed

my gut, feeling

something like sadness

with the thought that

she can have this kind

of reaction to me, like

she was afraid I might

hurt her.

How did we get to this?

I sat on the seat beside

her without asking

“What’s wrong? You

look like shit.”

She looked shocked, and

all she could say was,

“Kyla.”

I sighed, trying to keep

my voice from shaking.

“What? Did you Cedric

fight or something?”

I knew I was acting like

a b---h, but I couldn’t

help it. It was the only

way I could force a

word past the lump in

my throat without

breaking down to tears.

The act kept me

together.

“Kyla.” She began to

fiddle with the hem of

her oversized

sweatshirt. I knew this

was one of her nervous

habits. “There’s nothing

going on between me

and Cedric.”

This took me by

surprise. My neurons

might as well have

stopped sending out

brain impulses as

everything around me

suddenly didn’t matter.

“What?”

“There’s nothing.”

“You were—at the

picnic—you and Cedric

—”

“No.” She shook her

head so violently that a

few strands of hair fell

from the bun on top of

her head. “That was a

misunderstanding. I

was so mad and hurt

and, I don’t know what

came over me, but I

didn’t bother denying

your assumptions. I

was so hurt and I

wanted to hurt you

back. I should have

denied it. I should have

said something.”

Oh, my god.

I was suddenly having

trouble breathing. In.

Out. In. Out. I gripped

the edge of the table

with my hands, my

knuckles turning white.

“Then why were you

together?”

“We were talking. Just

talking. We had

something in common

at that moment.”

“What?”

“We lost you.” Her voice

was merely a whisper,

her eyes downcast,

voice breaking at the

last word. “A few days

before that picnic, I

went to his house.”

Feeling numb, there

was nothing I could do

but stare at her,

listening, the words

piercing right through

my walls all over again.

“I actually fought with

him, shouting,

demanding answers. I

asked him why he

broke up with you.”

I couldn’t believe what I

was hearing. It felt like

she was using foreign

words from a language

I didn’t speak. I could

feel my heart beating

erratically against my

ribcage.

“He still hasn’t told you

why, has he?” she

asked me.

I swallowed, shaking

my head slightly. I will

not cry. I will not cry. I

will not cry.

“He has his reasons,”

she said. “It wasn’t his

intention to hurt you

like that.”

“No. That’s bullshit,” I

said. “Why can’t he just

tell me? Why does it

have to be

complicated?”

Hail looked away. “It’s

not my place to tell

you.”

I could feel the tears

forming, but I blinked

them back, gritting my

teeth together to keep

myself from crying.

“Whatever,” I forced

out. “Is that what’s

bothering you? The

whole Cedric thing?” I

detached myself from

the words, knowing

that if I let them pour

out with all my feelings

intact, I wouldn’t be

able to handle it.

“Why?” she said, looking

intently down at her

food. “Why do you care?

I thought you were…

done with me.”

“We might not be best

friends anymore,” I

said, each word slicing

the part that held the

old Kyla within me, “but

even if it weren’t you, I

would probably still try

to find out what’s

wrong with a person

who looks like she

hadn’t slept for a

month.”