The Heartbroken - S01 E178

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The Heartbroken - S01 E178

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 178

Remember, Romeo?

How difficult it is to forget that one

last kiss,

How stupid it is to miss the feel of

her hand upon yours,

How pathetic every breath feels

without her and you wish, you

wish, you wish until you bleed.

But do you remember, Romeo?

There are millions of Juliets out

there,

There are others who can show

you,

That tomorrow’s promises remain

to be more beautiful than

yesterday’s shadows.

When I finished writing, I stared at

the words and felt almost empty.

I didn’t even know why I chose to

write this down. It wasn’t like I had

any intention of letting Seth read it,

and I was also acutely aware of the

fact that I couldn’t use this for the

contest because I was supposed to

write in prose.

With a sigh, I looked down at the

paper and added:

Remember, please, Romeo.

I could be a Juliet too.

“Hey.”

I looked up and saw Cedric.

Instinctively, I scrambled to hide the

piece of paper with the poem,

shoving it into my bag along with

the rest of my stuff.

“Come on,” he said.

I couldn’t read his blank

expression, but a certain note of

heaviness was tangible in the air.

Whatever he was about to tell me, it

was something he would rather

not. I picked my bag up and stood

up. “Where to?”

He managed to give me a small

smile. “Let’s grab some fries. My

treat.”

On our way to the parking lot, I

found myself examining his face

and the bruises he got. There was a

slight cut on his upper lip and a

number of bruises across his face.

“What?” he said when he caught

me staring.

I averted my gaze and looked

straight ahead, where I could

already see my car parked several

cars away from his. “I just realized

it’s like we’re the ones who got in a

fight, what with my black eye and

your bruises.”

He let out a small laugh. “Like I

would ever hit you.”

“I could take you,” I said.

“I bet.” He sent me a sideways

glance and tried a grin. He winced

almost immediately as he brought a

hand to the cut on his lip. “Hurts

like f--k.”

“You should have thought of that

before you decided to fight him,” I

remarked. We reached my car and

both of us paused, momentarily

looking at each other uncertainly

before I finally suggested we

should just meet at Parker’s, which

was incidentally the diner we went

to on our first date as a couple.

He nodded. “Okay. I’ll see you

there.”

For a moment, he just stood there,

looking at me like he was searching

something on my face.

I waited for him to say anything,

but all he said was, “Drive safe.”

I mumbled back the same thing

and fumbled for the keys as he

started to walk to his car.

To be perfectly honest, I wanted to

use the fifteen-minute drive to

collect my thoughts, to prepare

myself for whatever was about to

come. The idea of it scared me and

I suddenly wasn’t sure if I still

wanted to know, but I owed this to

myself, so I suppressed my fear of

the unknown and the possible

implications of whatever lay ahead.