The Heartbroken - S01 E232

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The Heartbroken - S01 E232

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 232

“Sorry. I just…” He trailed off uncertainly before

continuing, “Question game.”

I realized, with a pang of sadness, that this was

going to be the last time I’d hear those words from

him again.

I swallowed, keeping my eyes trained on the tiles

beneath us. “Okay.”

“Can you promise me one thing?”

My eyes snapped to his. I swallowed to push past

the lump in my throat. “I don’t think that applies as a

question.”

“Make it an exception, then.”

I looked at him for a long time, drinking in the

desperation in his voice, and with a sigh, I conceded.

“Fine.”

“Promise me,” he said, “that you won’t wait for me.”

I blinked.

He flushed. “I mean, okay, that came out wrong. I

sound like a narcissist and—ugh.” He tugged at his

hair. “What I mean is, you shouldn’t wait for me.

Don’t… don’t close your heart on the possibility of

meeting someone new.”

I swallowed back a protest. “That’s not even a

question.”

“I don’t want to get in the way of your happiness.”

He was speaking quietly, but I could hear him

perfectly well despite the slight buzz of chatter in the

airport. “Can you promise me that?”

I bit the inside of my cheeks, trying to keep myself

from arguing with him. Instead, I nodded and said,

“Well, if I happen to meet Logan Lerman in real life,

I’m definitely not letting you get in the way of my

happily ever after.”

He grinned. “I had a feeling you’d say something like

that.”

“Well, we do know each other after all.”

“Of course, we do. What’s the best way for people

to get to know each other?” he said. “Have a fake

relationship.”

Laughing, I shook my head at him. I didn’t know

why, but it felt like the right moment to give him the

letter, so I reached into my bag to fish it out.

I held it out to him. “As promised.”

He took it, holding it almost delicately in his hands.

For a long while, he just looked at it, running his

thumb across the crisp paper of the envelope.

I wasn’t sure what he was thinking of as he looked at

it, holding it as though it was something that might

break if he grasped it too tightly.

After what felt like forever, he looked up at me.

“Thank you.”

I averted my gaze and fought the urge to take it

back, rip it to pieces and burn it so he wouldn’t have

to see me bare my heart and soul in the form of

words.

I thought back to what Justin had said to me in the

car.

People can help us pick the pieces of our heart, and

Seth had definitely helped me pick mine up, in more

ways than one, and a part of me wanted to believe

that by taking the letter with him, he was taking a

piece of my heart with him.

And I was okay with that.

That piece he was taking was replaced

by him making a permanent residence in my heart.

And maybe that was the thing about heartbreak.

You give a piece of your heart away, but it’s replaced

by the person holding it now, so it’s never really

truly broken. It just takes a bit of getting used to.

Seth would always be in my heart, even if I do meet

Logan Lerman or anyone else. I would never forget

him and his Spongebob moments and his f-----g

menstruating foot.