The Heartbroken - S01 E166

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The Heartbroken - S01 E166

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 166

“I think Romeo and Juliet sucks,” I

said bluntly, ignoring the way my

insides seem to twist upon hearing

him murmur her name like it was

blessing of sorts.

He raised an eyebrow at this,

looking surprised and vaguely

amused.

“I mean,” I continued, “they

practically wanted to s--k each

other’s faces off the moment they

saw each other. Doesn’t seem

romantic at all to me. And didn’t

Romeo have a girlfriend or

something?”

He was looking at me with curious

eyes and I looked away indignantly,

feeling as if I was over-stepping the

line here. I was, after all, dissing his

ex-girlfriend’s favorite play. “It’s not

exactly a romantic play though. It’s

a tragedy.”

I couldn’t help but scrunch my face

in disgust. “More like a comedy. It’s

f-----g stupid.”

“You don’t think it’s romantic? The

whole ‘I’d rather die than live

without you thing’?” I couldn’t tell if

he was amused or surprised or

confused. He just kept staring at me

with his eyebrows pulled together.

“What’s romantic about it?” I asked

him. “Let’s say they didn’t die at

that pathetic excuse of an ending.

Let’s say Romeo and Juliet got to

grow old together.”

“Okay,” he said, “I’m listening.”

“What if twenty years in the future,

Romeo got sick and died?” I kept

my eyes locked with his. “What will

Juliet do? Will she kill herself

because he’s dead?”

I could tell he was considering this

thought, an unreadable expression

on his face.

“If there’s one thing I know for

sure, it’s the fact that The End is

never the end,” I added. “If Romeo

didn’t die in that last act, he would

have in another, and the same goes

with Juliet.”

He continued to look at me for a

few more beats, letting the words

hang in the air in silence. I waited

for a reaction of sorts, feeling

increasingly embarrassed for

getting so hyped up over a play as

the seconds ticked by in silence.

He shifted, a slow smile spreading

across his face. “You know, you

actually have a point.”

I swallowed. “You think so?”

He grinned. “Yeah.”

It was stupid, I knew, but it felt as

thought he was choosing me over

Sarah by agreeing, and maybe that

was a ridiculous thought, but there

was nothing I could do to stop the

grin that spread across my face.

—

After dropping Seth off and saying

a quick hello to Isabelle, I headed

home and was surprised to find my

mom waiting for me in the living

room.

The moment I walked in, she put

the folder she was studying on the

glass table and looked up at me

with a smile. “Hey.”

I was still getting used to this new

dynamic of our relationship, so I

found myself slowing down a little

as I walked closer to the couch.

“Hey.”

“Have you eaten?” she asked me as

she stood up. When I shook my

head, the smile on her face

widened. “Oh, good. I cooked

dinner.”

To say I was surprised would have

been an understatement. Not only

had her smile been jarring, but the

thought of her actually cooking for

the two of us to have dinner

together was nearly enough to

make me choke up.

Before I could even respond, she

was turning to go to the dining

room. I followed suit and helped

her set up, and the nostalgia was

so overwhelming I had to suppress

the urge to cry.