Adaline
He is the one that left my heart broken. Twice.
He is the one that I hate the most.
He is the one that every time I heard of him, I try to not think about him.
My sister said something about a certain Tyler Morris. But who knows , meybe it’s not him. Maybe it’s someone else. She said that he is Ayato’s best friend. I never saw Ayato withhim. I would remember if I did.
But something told me that he is the Tyler Morris who broke my heart and then crushed the tiny pieces on the floor with his foot.
I never talked to him after that day.
I went home , crying. The history repeating. Only that then was worse. I was lifeless. I didn’t even went to school for about a week. I only stood in my room , crying, sobbing, thinking of what I’ve done to deserve a life like this. I never told my sister who did this. My luck was that she never saw him, neither my parents.
She promised that when she’ll find him, she’ll break his heart like he did to me. How she will manage to do that , I don’t know.
After two fucking years , I managed to get over the break up. Yes, two fucking agonising years.
But, every time I’d see him, my heart would crack and pieces of it would fall, break. That’s when I realised that I fixed my heart with time, but not with … love.
I realised that if I want my heart to be fully fixed I need time and love.
Time I can get it myself, but I don’t know who would be willing to give me the full amount of love so my heart will be fixed.
No one would love an ordinary girl just like me. No one…
Without knowing, tears began to blur my vision and sorrow began to cloud my mind.
“Cherry? Cherry? Are you okay?” A deep, frantic and soft voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I would only look down. I need to get out before I would lose it in front of Ayato. No one should ever see me like this. I’m strong. I’m smart. I’m… heartbroken.
Tears began to flow freely on my face, without my permission. I tried to hold them back, but the sorrow that clouded my mind made my thoughts come hateful, hurtful and painful. I need to get out!
“Cherry. Look at me.” Ayato demanded, yet his voice came out soft and gentle. I still looked down, afraid to look in his eyes. You know what I was afraid from? Afraid that I would bring myself to love this guy in front of me, this player and I would be left broken again and again and again.
His index finger and thumb got a hold of my chin, maiing me look up in his eyes. That’s when I saw the worry, concern and care in his eyes. I sucked in a sharp breath. Don’t feel. You’re strong. You can’t feel again.
Ayato furrowed his eyebrows in concern and he looked a little pained.
“What happened?” He wiped my tears with his other hand. The little gesture making my heart beat faster and awake the butterflies in my stomach. I shook my head , hoping that he caught the idea that I can’t talk right now.
He pursed his lips and hugged me , taking me by surprise. I stood there shocked for a second, but then my hands wrapped around him on their own. I hid my face in the crook of his neck and let my tears flow.
Ayato just rubbed my back soothingly and whispered in my ear softly words like “Everything will be fine” or “It’s fine, I’m here.” .
After I calmed myself down, I tried to take my hands off from Ayato and to get out from the hug. He just tightened his hold on me.
“Ayato…” I whispered, trying to get out of his arms. He caught the idea and sighed. He got out from the hug. I looked at his shoulder where I’ve been crying.
“I’m sorry…” I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. He tilted his head to the side and furrowed his eyebrows. I sniffed.
“For what?”
I swallowed and pointed to his shoulder. “Because I’ve cried on your shirt and now it’s dirty.”
He looked to his shoulder and smiled softly. He looked at me , still smiling. I stood there , frozen and blinking rapidly, mesmerized by his smile. He waved a hand dismissively.
“Don’t worry. I’ll clean it.” I looked down after he said that. I didn’t know what to do, to hug him and kiss his cheek for how sweet he is, or to only say a ‘thank you.’. I couldn’t bring myself to do anything so I just said:
“Thank you, Ayato.” I thanked him in a quiet voice. So quiet that I though he didn’t hear me. I began to fidget with my fingers. Someone put hand over my hands. I looked up to see Ayato very close to me.
“You can always count on me, Cherry. Always.” And with that said, he left. I replayed the words again and again and again in my head. My heart beating faster every time I did it and I began to feel bubbly and dizzy.
I can’t like him.
He’s a player.
He’s everything I don’t want in my life again.
He’s just like Tyler.
Someone who wants fun.
A good chase.
I closed my eyes and began to breath heavily. I put my hands in my hair and tugged at it out of frustation.
Why do I seem to fall only for players and heartbreakers?
•°•°•°•°•°•
~Next day at school~
The whispers and glares never seems to stop as I walked down the hall, my books clutched at my chest.
It was like the day I came back at school from my break up. Just like it.
With my head hung low, I tried to forget about everything and anyone.
I felt … lifeless again and I don’t know why. I felt as if I don’t belong to this world. I felt as something is off again. Like something will happen today.
Lost in my thoughts, I collided with someone and my books fell. I went down to get them. The one who I collided with, bent down and helped me. I looked at the one who I bumped into through my eyelashes. I could see that the person is a he, that he’s well built and he has light brown hair. The smell of his aftershave filled my nose. I haven’t smell this scent in years…
I widened my eyes. No he can’t be.
I got up , because I managed to got all of my books from there. He got up too and gave me my books. I took them, my eyes on the floor.
“Sorry for bumping into you.” I pursed my lips and waited to see if he says sonething. Please don’t let it be the one who broke my heart.
“No. It was my fault. I wasn’t looking at where I was going.” That voice…
I looked up as fast as I can and the first thing I saw were his blue orbs. No, no, no…
He furrowed his eyebrows and then recognition took over his face.
“Adaline?” He took a step closer to me and raised his hand to touch me. I widened my eyes and flinched. I didn’t wait a second, I turned and ran away from the only boy I ever ‘loved’.