The Heartbroken - S01 E196

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The Heartbroken - S01 E196

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 196

“‘Nothing fro-yo can’t fix,’ she used to say,” he

added, more quietly now, staring hard at the

untouched cup of frozen yogurt. “I guess she was

wrong.”

It was hard to watch him like this.

Gone was the confident Seth I’d come to know, the

Seth who always seemed to be steady and sure-

footed and reliable and sturdy. It was like he

suddenly had no idea where he was, or where to go

from here.

I studied him closely, taking in the slump of his

shoulders and the rings around his eyes. “Seth.” He

looked up and our gazes locked. Softly, I murmured,

“What’s wrong?”

I kept searching for traces of the usual gleam in the

depths of those blue eyes of his, but they were

devoid of any emotion. It hurt to see him like this

and it was all I could do to keep myself from taking

the question back and dropping the topic completely,

if it meant he wouldn’t have to make this face

anymore.

But I stayed firm and waited.

He shifted, gesturing to himself with a hand. “I

f----d up a lot of things.”

I didn’t say anything, waiting for him to elaborate.

“Things between us…” he began, pausing to take a

deep breath. “Things between us are driving me

crazy.”

My heart lurched to my throat.

“We’ve been spending nearly every day together for

days,” he continued, not quite looking me in the eye.

“And now we don’t even look each other in the eye

anymore.”

I lifted my gaze to his. “You were the one who

turned away.”

“Exactly,” he said. “And I’m sorry.”

I shook my head. “Why did you call me, Seth?”

He looked at me for a long time. His eyes were

painted with a kind of sadness that was so

overwhelming it took me all I had not to reach for his

hand, to engulf him in a hug in the hopes that it

would make him forget whatever pain he was going

through.

The silence stretched between us, unbearable and

difficult to navigate through. I would have given

anything to know what was going on in his head at

that moment, as the two of us continued to teeter off

the edge of something—something I couldn’t quite

name.

Before he could say anything, however, my phone

started ringing. I was set on ignoring the call, but

when I looked down and saw Hail’s name, a feeling

of sudden dread washed over me.

“Hold on a sec,” I told Seth, turning away to answer

the call, pushing past the unexplained worry. “Hey,” I

said into the phone.

“Kyla.” I held my breath. “It’s Cedric.”

—

I was already on my feet as soon as the call ended,

making Seth look up at me in surprise. “I have to

go.”

He snapped out of his seat as well. The sadness in

his face was replaced with wary and alarm. He had

been listening in on my side of the short

conversation with Hail as I asked her what happened.

He must have picked up on my desperation.

“Where to?”

I bit my lower lip, scrambling to look for words to

justify the fact that I was ditching him, but my brain

was too frazzled to come up with anything.

Worrying about Cedric left no room for coherent

thoughts and when I opened my mouth to say

something, I only ended up closing it again.

“I’m sorry,” was the only thing I could say as I

hurriedly made my way to the door.