The Heartbroken - S01 E123

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The Heartbroken - S01 E123

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To say I was surprised

was somehow an

understatement. She

was looking at her food

like it was suddenly so

interesting, trying not

to look at me. “No,” I

said. “Hail, it’s not that.”

She peeked at me. “It’s

not?”

I sighed. “Of course it’s

not. It’s…” I trailed off,

unable to find the right

words to finish that

sentence. “It’s about

Seth and me.”

She furrowed her

eyebrows, staring at

me with a quizzical look

on her face. “What

about Seth?”

I took a deep breath.

“Promise you won’t tell

anyone?”

She gave me a look, like

she was offended. “Is

that even something

that should be asked?”

“Do you promise?” I

repeated firmly, letting

her know the

importance of the

matter.

“Of course,” she said in

all seriousness. “I

promise. Now out with

it.”

I fixed her with a long,

hard stare. She looked

serious, so I rid myself

of any uncertainty. I

told her everything–

from the reason behind

my sudden change, why

I’d gone to parties, how

things started with

Seth, and how

everything was fake.

She seemed shocked

beyond compare,

occasionally asking

questions as I told her

everything there was

to tell.

“Oh, my god.” The look

on her face was

starting to scare me.

Her eyes were so wide

I was pretty sure her

eyeballs could fall out of

their sockets. “Kyla, this

is…”

I bit my lower lip. “This

is?”

“I can’t believe it. Tell

me you’re joking.” She

looked me straight in

the eye.

Squirming a little in my

seat, I said, “I’m not.

I’m telling the truth.”

She pressed a hand to

her forehead and shook

her head. “But–but you

and Seth are perfect.”

“What?”

“I swear,” she said.

“Nothing about it looks

fake.”

I rolled my eyes. “Well,

we’re good actors.”

“Bullshit.”

I reeled back from the

shock. Hail never swore.

She never said anything

that was even close to

cussing. She wouldn’t

even say the word

“piss” because she

thinks it’s completely

inappropriate and vulgar.

“What did you just

say?”

“I said”–she pushed her

hair out of her face,

gritting her teeth like

she was really, really

frustrated–“I think you

really like him. For real.”

I nearly stood up from

my seat when I said,

“No! I don’t.”

“Yes, you do.”

Shaking my head, I

leveled my gaze with

hers and said, as calmly

as I could, “Uh, no, I

don’t.”

She squinted her eyes,

analyzing me so closely

I couldn’t stop myself

from fidgeting. There

was a knowing look on

her face that I was

absolutely, completely

terrified of. “Have you

always been this blind?”

“I don’t know what

you’re talking about.” I

downed the last few

ounces of my caramel

latte before standing

up. “Come on, let’s head

to the hospital.”

—

That night, I dreamt of

me as a little girl. I was

running in an endless

white corridor. At first I

thought I was running

from something, but

then I realized I was

running towards

something.

I was a following a bird,

chasing after it, running

as fast as my short

legs could manage.