The Heartbroken - S01 E226

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The Heartbroken - S01 E226

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 226

I almost fell off my chair as the heat rose to my

cheeks.

An amused smile made its way to his face as he took

in my flustered appearance. “When did you start

having feelings for me?”

“Really, Seth? Really?”

He rolled his eyes. “Yes, Kyla. Really.”

I sat up a little straighter as I tried to think back to all

the moments we’d spent together.

I couldn’t pinpoint when exactly I developed feelings

for him. I remember realizing that I was falling for

him that one night when we had out midnight picnic

(a.k.a. the night of the menstruating foot) but I must

have started liking him even before that.

“Well?”

I mulled over the thought for a few more moments,

trying to make my blush go away at the blatant

acknowledgement of my feelings for him. I scoured

over every corner of my brain, trying to find that

one moment when I inevitably started to like him.

“The night at Cloudland,” I finally said. “I think.”

He raised an eyebrow at this, seemingly surprised.

“Really?”

“Maybe even before that,” I admitted, feeling my

blush intensify.

I expected him to look smug. I expected him to make

fun of me because of this. I expected him to laugh or

say something narcissistic. What I didn’t expect was

for him to look away guiltily and say, “I’m sorry for

leading you on.”

I blinked stupidly at him.

“I mean,” he added hastily, “it’s not that I did it

intentionally or anything. But I was attracted to you

from the very start, so my actions must have at least

been—”

“You were?”

“Were what?”

“Attracted to me. From the very start.” And I thought

I couldn’t get any redder than I already was.

When I looked at Seth’s face, though, I realized he

was just as red as I was.

He cleared his throat and looked away. “Do you

really think I forgot to bring a pen that day? It was

the first day of school, Kyla.”

I blinked, feeling like an idiot for not having seen this

before, and looked away.

Another awkward silence ensued, making the matter

seem much more pathetic now, so I was glad when

he cleared his throat again and said, “I’m sorry.”

There were so many things I could have said to him

right then, but the conversation felt like déjà vu.

We’ve had it before and talking about it again

wouldn’t change a thing. He was leaving. We were

never going to happen.

It was over before it even had the chance to begin.

“Is it my turn?” I said instead.

He nodded. “I guess.”

I already had a question in mind earlier, but for some

reason, I didn’t launch into it. His question sparked

my own curiosity about his (semi-existent) feelings

for me. “You said you like me too. And that you

were attracted to me before.”

He cringed, keeping his gaze low. “Uhh.” He tugged

at his collar. “Yeah.”

“When did you have feelings for me?”

His expression softened into a wistful one as he tilted

his head to the side. He didn’t even hesitate when he

answered. “At the bookstore. When you told me

about your dad.”