The Heartbroken - S01 E222

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The Heartbroken - S01 E222

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 222

I heard a sob, and for a second, I thought it came

from me.

It didn’t.

His chest was shaking against mine as he finally

wrapped his arms around me too, hugging me close

with the same urgency. I let him engulf me in his

warmth, taking in the familiarity of his embrace. I let

him cry, holding back my own tears because I knew

one of us had to be strong.

“You’re here,” he said, almost to himself than me. He

pulled away, his shaking hands finding their way to

my face. I could almost taste his tears as he held me,

resting his forehead on mine as he let his eyes flutter

close. “You’re here.”

I lifted my hands and brought them to his face,

prompting him to open his eyes.

“I am,” I murmured softly, willing him to see that I

was telling the truth “I’m here. We’re here.”

—

“How long have you been here?” I asked him, trying

to search his eyes.

We were sitting under the tree now. I didn’t care

about the grass stains my dress would acquire from

sitting directly on the grass, right next to Seth. All I

could think of was that I was glad I’d found him. I

was glad that he was all right. When I called Alyssa

to let her know I’d found him, she was so happy she

started crying.

He was playing with a blade of grass with his hands,

avoiding my searching gaze. He wasn’t crying

anymore, but there was still a hint of his sadness in

the air. “All day,” he replied.

I let out a breath. “Where did you sleep last night?”

“The car. In Snowflake’s parking lot.”

“Jesus.” I couldn’t help but shake my head violently

at this information. “Have you even eaten?”

“Come on,” I said. “We still have some leftover pasta

at my house.”

He ignored me. “Why did you look for me?”

“Are you kidding me?” I shifted from my seat,

moving to the spot right across him so that I could

meet his eyes. “Are you f-----g kidding me? Why

wouldn’t I look for you?”

He stared back. I couldn’t quite make out the emotion

in his eyes.

There was no reply.

Deep inside, I knew he wasn’t waiting for me to find

him: He was waiting for his family.

For Isabelle, maybe. Or possibly his dad.

I swallowed. “Seth, we were all looking for you. We

were all worried about you. You f-----g scared me

to death.”

I saw something shift in his eyes and my heart

tugged at the sight, spreading warmth from my

chest to the tips of my fingers. I moved closer and

grabbed his hand.

“Isabelle’s worried sick about you,” I told him, “and

so is everyone else.”

He looked away. I waited for him to say anything, so

I stared silently. I studied his unkempt hair and the

dark bags under his eyes.

After a long stretch of silence, he spoke. “I’m sorry.”

A smile made its way to my lips. “Save that for

Alyssa. I think she’s planning to kill you the moment

she sees you.”

My heart lurched at the sight of his lips tugging into a

slow smile. “Yeah?”

“She’ll probably make it a slow and painful death,” I

said.