The Heartbroken - S01 E113

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The Heartbroken - S01 E113

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 113

Her face softened to a

smile as she brought

her hand up, tucking a

loose strand of hair

behind my ear, her

thumb grazing one

earring. I towered over

her, especially in my

heels so she had to

crane her neck to look

up at me. “He would

have loved to see you

wearing them.”

I managed to choke

out, “I know.”

The sandwiches she

prepared might as well

have evaporated into

thin air, just seven

minutes after Alyssa,

Lily, and Hail stumbled

into the kitchen. Mom

stayed and chatted

with them for a while. I

didn’t really eat my

sandwich (which

wasn’t a problem since

Alyssa seemed

starving), afraid I might

be too full for the dinner

later.

In the end, my mom,

ever so persistent,

eventually grabbed the

camera and took

pictures of us.

“It’s not like it’s prom

or something,” I tried to

reason with her.

She just shook her

head. “Trust me. One

day, you’ll thank me for

the pictures.”

I doubted it but meh,

whatever makes her

sleep at night.

It didn’t take too long

for the doorbell to ring,

ensuing a round of

squealing from Alyssa

and Lily as they both

jumped off their seats

excitedly and ran to

open the door. I rolled

my eyes.

“Go,” Mom said, looking

amused with all the

squealing, “I’ll clean up.”

Hail and I stood up and

followed them to the

living room, shaking our

heads and making jokes

about our possibly

injured eardrums from

all that shouting. When

we walked into the

living room, I could tell

that Alyssa and Lily

were semi-harassing

Seth as they

complimented him and

told him all about me

and the preparations

and something about

waiting until he sees

me.

Seth just stood there,

leaning against the

doorframe with one

hand on his pocket,

rolling his eyes at them,

this careless smile on

his face.

He was wearing a dark

blue long-sleeved polo

and some black slacks

—really, nothing too

much—but I realized,

then, how good-looking

he was. In fact, he

wasn’t good-looking, he

was f-----g gorgeous.

Had he always looked

like this?

“There she is!” Alyssa

(yet again) squealed,

making Seth look over

the spot where I

stopped dead on my

tracks.

The smile slid off his

face.

Our gazes locked, his

electric blue eyes

staring right into mine,

keeping me frozen. I

could hardly remember

my name as he

continued to look me in

the eye and I just stood

there. It felt like all that

ever mattered was

contained in this

fraction of a moment,

this piece of now, this

stretch of silence and

everything but him

seemed to fall away.

“Hey,” he said,

straightening up. “You

clean up well.”

I blinked, forcing myself

to recover, to snap out

of it. I opened my

mouth to reply, but

was cut off by Seth’s

girlish yelp as Alyssa

stepped hard on his

foot.

“What was that for?”

he half-yelled at her,

bending down so he

could clutch his shoe.

“Clean up well? Are you

kidding me?” She

crossed her arms over

her chest. “Try again or

I’m setting up the

guillotine.”

He scowled. “Fine.” He

turned to me with a

slight frown on his face.

“Kyla, you are

absolutely,

breathtakingly

beautiful.”

I rolled my eyes. “Ah, be

still, my heart,” I said

flatly before shaking

my head at him. “At

least try to look like you

mean it. The expression

on your face is all

wrong.”

He raised an eyebrow

at me, one corner of his

lips lifting up, like he

was trying not to smile.

“Oh, it is?”