The Heartbroken - S01 E163

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The Heartbroken - S01 E163

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 163

Back then, I couldn’t wait to get

away from Seth, and if anybody had

told me that I was going to end up

liking Seth, I would have sent them

to the mental hospital.

When I parked in front of

Snowflake, Seth slowly looked out

the window.

I turned the engine off, watching

him expectantly, and was

unexpectedly rewarded with a big,

child-like grin.

His sudden cheerfulness caught me

off guard, and before I could react,

he was already out the car,

slamming the door shut behind

him.

If the way he tugged at me just so

we could go in was any indication,

he was definitelyfeeling better.

He ordered the same thing he did

last time, choosing blueberry and

raspberry toppings, and when he

asked for mine, I just shook my

head.

“I’m still sick, remember?”

He looked at me for a long while

and I nearly ran back to the car to

hide from his scrutinizing gaze. I

looked away and once again

started singing nursery rhymes to

distract myself.

Needless to say, it wasn’t working.

And all I managed to do was

imagine Seth as a little f-----g

teapot.

I saw his lips twitch as he peered at

me. “So, you drove all the way

here… for me?”

Flustered, I ignored him and left to

sit at one of the booths, and even

without turning around, I knew he

was grinning.

“So tell me,” he said as soon as he

slid into the seat across me, “have

you finished writing your piece for

that writing contest?”

“I hadn’t even thought of anything

to write,” I replied, surprised that

he hadn’t forgotten about it yet.

“The deadline’s set Friday next

week.”

Something about the last three

words I just said made him purse

his lips together.

“What?” I asked him.

“Friday next week,” he said, looking

down at his cup. “Remember when

I told you Dad was coming home?”

I took in a sharp breath.

He looked up to give me a worn

smile. “I think Mom’s really

stressing over it.”

The smile was nothing but sad, and

somehow, the sight of it made my

heart clench. At that moment, I

would have given him all the frozen

yogurt in the world just so I

wouldn’t have to look at it ever

again. I didn’t know what to say, so

I just looked out the clear glass,

staring at the street outside as the

cars continued to pass and the rest

of the world continued to move.

“Sorry,” he suddenly said. “I didn’t

mean to kill the mood.”

My eyes snapped to his. “How many

times do I have to tell you that you

can talk to me too?”

His smile shifted into something

that resembled his usual Seth

Everett smile, but his eyes gave him

away. “Can we just… not talk about

depressing stuff for a while?”

“Aw, shucks. And here I thought

we could talk about the How I Met

Your Mother finale,” I said. “I guess

not.”

Finally, he grinned and feeling like I

earned it, I grinned right back.

“That is some pretty depressing

stuff,” he agreed.

“Well, I’ve come to terms with it,” I

told him. “Actually, it’s technically a

really good ending. In fact, it’s a

great ending. The only thing that

makes it seem like a bad ending is

because it’s not what everyone

wants.”