The Heartbroken - S01 E176

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The Heartbroken - S01 E176

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 176

His touch was so familiar, so

f-----g familiar, that it was so hard

to understand how we’d been

reduced to this.

“When I heard about the breakup, I

just…” He shook his head and

slowly lifted his brown eyes to

mine. “I know I hurt you. And I’m a

f-----g hypocrite for being pissed

at Seth, but I couldn’t stand the idea

of him hurting you.”

I was done with cleaning the

wounds on his face, so I grabbed

his hand, removing my wrist from

his gentle grip so I could tend to

his knuckles.

“I’m sorry,” he said again. “I’m

sorry for hurting you and leaving

and being weak and for being a

confusing piece of shit who can’t

even stay away properly.”

“And for not believing in my

awesome dancing skills?” I said,

knowing for sure that I wouldn’t be

able to speak to him if I took his

words seriously.

His brows furrowed, but a smile

appeared on his face. “Okay, I’m

deeply sorry about that too.”

“You should be,” I said. “I kicked

ass.”

“Please tell me you don’t mean that

literally,” he said with an amused

smile.

“Shut up,” I said and playfully

punched his shoulder, immediately

hoping Seth hadn’t actually landed

a punch there earlier as well.

I was relieved to find that Cedric

just chuckled.

I frowned at his injured knuckles.

Cedric had never been the type to

get into fights. He was a pacifist,

and the thought that he had

willingly let himself get into

something like this made my heart

reach out to him.

As gently as I could, I dabbed the

wet handkerchief on the small cuts

on his knuckles, doing my best not

to hurt him.

“Why are you helping me?” he said.

Puzzled, I looked up at him. “What

kind of question is that?”

“Why me? Why not… him?”

I let out a small laugh. “As you

might have heard, Seth and I aren’t

exactly on good terms at the

moment.”

“So are we.”

I hadn’t realized our faces were

only just inches apart until then and

the solemn expression on his face

was almost enough to make me

reconsider all my thoughts about

my feelings for Seth and Cedric.

But I knew I shouldn’t, so I looked

away.

There was no denying that I had

feelings for Seth, and now, as my

heart wavered at Cedric’s mere

presence, it was becoming

increasingly clear that Seth was

right when he chose to walk away

from our feelings.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself

to look at him. “I need to know

why you broke up with me,” I told

him. “I don’t care if it changes

anything or whatever. I need to

understand what happened,

because I can’t fully move on until I

do.”

There was a charged silence

between us. I couldn’t read

whatever was going on in his

thoughts, and it was difficult to

align the pieces of our past and

present when so much has

changed already.

“We can’t run away from this

forever,” I murmured.

He didn’t say anything for a long

while and the only sound in the

room was tick-tock of the wall clock

hanging at the back of the

classroom.

After what felt like forever, he

shifted and heaved a deep sigh.

“Not here.”

My eyes snapped to his. “What?”

“After school.”

“You’ll tell me?”

“I promise.”

“Later, after school,” I repeated,

unable to believe that he had finally

said yes. “Agreed?”

He managed an exhausted smile.

“Agreed.”