The Heartbroken - S01 E218

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The Heartbroken - S01 E218

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 218

It was freezing. How the f--k could they have a

beach party at this temperature? I was glad I had my

jacket, but I was beginning to regret not switching

the dress I was wearing for something warmer.

I looked around the crowd, trying to spot a mop of

dirty blonde hair somewhere in the throng of

intoxicated people.

Then I saw him.

His back was facing me, but his hair was

unmistakable despite the lack of proper lighting. I

pushed past people to get to him, even getting a few

angry calls at my way.

I ignored them. All I could think of was that I had to

get to Seth. I didn’t hesitate to break up

conversations or make-out sessions or get in the

way of people taking pictures.

Finally, I squeezed past a pair of guys chugging

some beer.

“Seth,” I called out, reaching for his shoulder.

When he turned around, I stumbled back.

It wasn’t him.

Suddenly, the music was too loud. There was too

little space in the midst of the crowd and I was

blinded by tears swimming in my vision.

It wasn’t him. It wasn’t him. It wasn’t f-----g him.

Where was he?

“Hey,” the guy said, looking at me worriedly, “are

you all right?”

I was starting to feel dizzy from everything—the

worrying, the panic, the desperation, the stupid

f-----g disappointment when I thought I’d seen him

when it wasn’t f-----g him.

I heard someone sob.

I realized it was me.

Pushing past the crowd once more, I heard the guy

call after me again, trying to make sure if I was all

right. The wind kept blowing my hair to my face,

sending a gusty chill to my exposed legs as I walked

through the crowd.

I pinned my hair back with a hand once I got to the

edge of the party, walking forward until I got to a

higher vantage point.

I scanned the crowd, not letting myself give up, but

there were still no signs of him.

Another sob escaped my lips and for a moment, I

felt weak. T had to keep myself calm. I had to keep

the anxiety at bay. I took another shuddering breath

and braced myself. I will find him. I picked up my

pace and ran the length of the shore, looking for any

signs of him.

There was nothing.

I was at the farthest edge of the shore before a rocky

terrain cut off my path. There was no one near. I

almost screamed in frustration, in anger, in sadness.

I almost let myself stop there to cry, to give up.

Almost. Instead, I tried to think.

Even I was running out of ideas. Where else would

he be? Where?

I went back to my car, the feeling of dread now

stronger than ever. I hadn’t realized how much time

had passed until I saw the time clock on the

dashboard blinking at me. It was almost midnight

already. I turned the engine on, but I stayed there.

My hands were on the steering wheel, knuckles

turning white from my tight grip. I struggled to keep

myself from crying. I struggled to keep my

emotions from spilling out, knowing that they

weren’t going to help me.

I took my phone out and called Alyssa.