The Heartbroken - S01 E217

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The Heartbroken - S01 E217

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 217

“His car isn’t here,” I told her.

“Might as well try,” she replied and I heard the

unspoken words behind them.

We were running out of ideas. We searched every

place we could. I’d been hoping to see him

somewhere near the Ferris wheel, since riding it was

easily the most memorable part of the night we went

here. He wasn’t there.

He wasn’t anywhere.

We all met up somewhere in the entrance, sweaty

despite the temperature. I could feel the slight panic

in all of us. Even Justin’s usual comical attitude was

slightly subdued. Warren met my gaze as they

walked closer to me and Alyssa. I shook my head,

and he averted his gaze, looking defeated.

“That f----r,” Alyssa said, but there was no bite in

her words. She sounded like she was on the verge

of tears. “Making us worry like this. If we find him,

I’m going to f-----g kill him.”

“When,” I found myself saying. “When we find

him.”

Slowly, they nodded. I knew panicking wouldn’t do

me any good, so I tried to calm myself. I shouldn’t

let my emotions get in the way of my thinking.

Where else could I hope to find him?

While I tried to think of more options, Justin

suggested that they should check some of their

friends who live in the next town, just in case Seth

decided to go there. They were discussing the pros

and cons of this idea when it hit me.

“I’m going to check the beach,” I told them and they

agreed.

We parted ways with nothing but a quick see you

later and a promise to call when we find him.

—

It was my last guess. I couldn’t think of anywhere

else. I’d been growing more and more desperate.

How could I not know where he’d go?

I was the one who knew his secrets. I was the one

knew the real him. I might not be the one who’d

known him the longest, but Alyssa said it herself. He

tells me things that he doesn’t tell anyone.

If anything, I should be able to find him.

If there was anyone out there who could figure him

out, it was supposed to be me. Me.

After all the things he’d done for me, after all the

trouble he’d gone through just to help me, I felt

stupid for not being able to do the same.

My thoughts were like an all-consuming fire. I was

angry at him for walking away last night, for not

telling me about what had happened. I was angry at

him for pulling a stunt like this. But mostly I was

angry at myself for not seeing it coming.

Maybe if I tried to talk to him more. Maybe if I

insisted to drop him off at home. All the maybes

were tugging at me, tearing me apart until all I could

think of were the words It’s all my fault.

If anything had happened to him, I wasn’t going to

forgive myself. I would never be able to forgive

myself.

When I reached the beach, I immediately got out. I

parked somewhere near the area we’d chosen back

then. Since it was a weekend and it wasn’t two in the

freaking morning, there were more people milling

around, and I realized there was a beach party in full

swing to my left.

A lot of cars were parked because of the damned

party and it was too dark to make out any of them,

so I didn’t bother looking for Seth’s. I set foot

towards the party, hearing the bass thumping as I

neared the source.