The Heartbroken - S01 E118

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The Heartbroken - S01 E118

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 118

“Did he tell you?” I

asked. “What it’s about,

I mean.”

She nodded. “I don’t

remember the exact

words, but he said that

writing served different

purposes for everyone.

Some people write to

make something ugly

beautiful, some write

to leave a part of

themselves to be

remembered, some

write to give words

soul and meaning, and

some write to exist in

non-existence.”

I loved it. I loved every

word, especially the last

line. To exist in non-

existence. “That’s

beautiful.”

She smiled. “I know. I

enjoyed his class a lot.”

I kept those words in

my head, trying to

ingrain them

permanently into my

skull. To exist in non-

existence. “Thank you

for telling me this.”

Sometime during

dessert, where this

mouth-watering

delicious apple-crumble

pie was served along

with some cream puffs

and strawberries with

(white, milk, and dark)

choco dip. Seth excused

himself to go to the

washroom.

“At first, I didn’t believe

him when he said he

had a girlfriend,” she

said once Seth had

gone. “If anything, I’m

glad it’s you.”

I fumbled for a moment

before clearing my

throat. “Thank you. I’m

glad, too.”

She was making it really

hard to hate her. I tried

not to think of what I

should feel. A part of

me wanted to be mad

at her, to shout at her

for cheating on her

husband. Another part

wanted to feel guilty fo

not being able to hate

her like I thought I

would.

Now I think I could

understand how Seth

feels, at least just a

little bit, torn between

his mom and dad.

That was the moment

a woman with dark hair

stopped at our table.

“Isabelle?”

As Isabelle looked up,

there was this mini

reunion between her

and the woman, a more

mature version of Lily

and Alyssa’s high-pitch

squealing. I awkwardly

watched them before

looking away and

noticing a guy my age

standing unsurely

behind the dark-haired

woman.

He caught me looking

and I immediately

dropped my gaze back

to the apple-crumble

pie.

“This is my son, Dylan.”

The woman placed a

hand on the guy’s arm

and he introduced

himself politely. I

wasn’t sure if it was

just my imagination,

but his glance at me

seemed too last a

second too long.

“My son, Seth, is in the

washroom right now,”

Isabelle said and

gestured at me. “Kyla,

I’d like you to meet Julie.

We used to work

together. Julie, this is

Kyla, Seth’s girlfriend.”

Some pleasantries were

exchanged and I tried to

be as polite as possible.

The guy–Dylan–was

looking at me with a

slight smile on his face.

I looked warily at the

direction of the

restroom.

By the time Seth came

back, Julie and Dylan

were already seated at

their own table at the

edge of the room.

“What did I miss?” Seth

said as he sat back

down and Isabelle

asked him if he

remembered Julie or

not.

By the time we finished

all the courses, a band

had begun setting up at

the podium at the back

of the room. Isabelle

didn’t allow us to drink

wine, so she let us

order some shake (mine

was lychee and Seth’s

was strawberry).

When Isabelle excused

herself to take a call,

leaving Seth and me

alone at the table, he

inched his chair closer to

mine.

His breath tickled my

ear as he whispered,

“Some guy is staring at

you.”

I blushed, and he

laughed when he

noticed it, making me

blush even harder.

What he didn’t know

was that my blush had

nothing to do with the

guy staring at me, and

had everything to do

with his warm breath

and the sound of his

laughter against my ear.