The Heartbroken - S01 E146

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The Heartbroken - S01 E146

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 146

“I know it’s not the same,” Hail suddenly

said, snapping me from my thoughts. “I

guess it’s not that easy to tell me about stuff

now. Sorry.”

To say I was surprised would be an

understatement. She was looking at her

food like it was suddenly so interesting, and

I figured that she must have taken my

silence the wrong way.

“No,” I said, reaching over to put my hand

over hers. “Hail, it’s not that.”

She looked up 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.”

Her eyebrows creased together as she

stared at me. “What about Seth?”

I took a deep breath. “Promise you won’t

tell anyone?”

She gave me a flat look.

“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 to how

things started with Seth, and how

everything was fake.

“Oh, my god,” she breathed out, shaking

her head when I finished talking. “Kyla, this

is…”

I bit my lower lip, hesitantly looking at her.

“This is?”

She looked me straight in the eye. “I can’t

believe it. I can’t. Tell me you’re joking.”

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, maybe we’re good

actors.”

“Bullshit.”

I reeled back from the shock.

Hail never swore. She never said anything

that was even close to cussing—not even

the word “piss” because she thinks it’s

inappropriate and vulgar. “What did you

just say?”

“I said”—she pushed her hair out of her

face, gritting her teeth as her voice rose—”I

think you really like him. For real.”

I nearly stood up from my seat. “I don’t”

“Yes, you do.”

Shaking my head, I leveled my gaze with

her. “Trust me. I don’t.”

She narrowed her eyes at me, 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.