The Heartbroken - S01 E150

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The Heartbroken - S01 E150

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 150

I wish I could say that the

realization made it easier to deal

with everything—the butterflies,

the blushing, the weird tingly

sensations.

It didn’t.

In fact, it was the exact opposite.

The moment the thought occurred

to me, I bolted up from my seat,

taking Seth by surprise. He stopped

playing to look up at me.

“I’m taking a walk,” I breathed out,

not quite looking at him.

A crease formed between his

brows. He set the guitar down on

the space next to him. “I’ll come

with—”

I had already turned on my heels

before the words had even left his

mouth. I didn’t bother to wear my

slippers in my haste to leave.

I heard him shouting in the

growing distance. I snuck a glance

over my shoulder and when I saw

him pushing himself up to stand, I

yelled, “Don’t follow me!”

I hastened my steps, matching

them to the beating of my heart. He

looked confused, but I didn’t care. I

just kept going, walking closer to

the water before veering off to the

right.

I was falling for Seth Everett.

F--k.

How the hell did that even happen?

My thoughts had gone haywire as

my mind tried to make sense of the

erratic beating of my heart.

What scared me most, though,

wasn’t the thought of me falling for

Seth. It wasn’t just that. It was the

fact that no matter how hard I tried

to come up with ways to convince

myself that it was simply a foolish

thought, I couldn’t come up with

anything.

Seth was thoughtful in a way that

always managed to take me by

surprise. He never failed to make

me laugh. He always knew what to

say to make me feel better. The

sight of his smile made my heart do

twenty f-----g backflips.

How could I have never seen it

before?

Moreover, how could I have let it

happen?

It felt both right and wrong at the

same time. We were friends. I

couldn’t possibly fall for him. Things

were good the way they were and I

didn’t want these feelings to ruin

everything.

There was also the unmistakable

fact that Cedric still haunted me in a

way that I couldn’t help. If only it

was as simple as deciding I didn’t

care anymore, I would have done it

long ago, but it wasn’t. It felt weird,

like I was gravitating towards Seth

despite the magnetic pull that

seemed to keep me attached to

Cedric.

F--k. I couldn’t even understand my

own thoughts. Nothing seemed to

make sense. It was—

“Holy shit.”

My heart skipped a beat and my

head snapped to the direction of

Seth’s voice.

He was hopping on one foot a few

yards behind me, one hand

stretched out for balance on his

side while the other held onto his

other foot.

Before I knew it, I was already

sprinting towards him. “What—

what happened?” I managed to say

when I was close enough. I was

pretty sure I pulled a muscle but I

could hardly make myself care..

He looked up at me, a grimace

plastered on his face, “Hey.”

I quickly crouched down to

examine his foot.

“Shit,” I cursed, trying not to

shudder at the sight of blood

pouring out of a long gash. “Sit

down.”

“No, it’s—”

“Sit down,” I repeated in a firmer

voice.