Eternal Temptation

❥ 01| heartbreak

HEARTBREAK.

Complete and utter heartbreak.

I should be used this feeling by now — the one where it felt like my heart was about to claw its way out of my chest and cry out loud, tearing itself into pieces — but no, the feeling was still as raw and painful as ever. As it always had been.

My eyes burned from the continuous glaring towards the other side of the cafe where the bane of my existence and his new girlfriend sat. I watched him place his hand in the middle of the table where she then shyly placed her own in his. She laughed at something he said — I didn't realise he was such a comedian — and then they both proceeded to stare into each other's eyes without a word, falling into a trance.

Ugh. I had no reason to do this to myself, but there I still was, watching the love of my life charm his way into the heart of his next plaything. I wondered how long she would last before he got tired of her, and then found myself feeling bad for the poor girl. It wasn't her fault Logan was such a goddamn player and was now his next challenge.

Their gazes were completely focused on each other, lost in a completely different world, and they leaned in, their foreheads almost touching, and I knew that all these body language signs were really not adding up in my favour. Maybe she would end up lasting longer than the other girls. Or maybe she wouldn't, as I noticed Logan pull back and rub the back of his neck, making a slight gesture towards the entrance that made her seem taken aback. 

I sighed when they both got up and walked out, hand in hand. My detective job wasn't quite yet finished. Waving at Shiloh — the cafe's owner — I made my own way out, making sure to follow the couple from a safe distance. My actions were borderline stalkerish— hell, they were completely stalkerish— but I really couldn't conjure up the energy to care. All I could focus on was the overwhelming need to find out if Logan was going to fall in love with any of the girls he went on dates with, and lately, my days were becoming filled with going on the adventure of following him on said dates.

I didn't follow him on all his dates, obviously, because that would be way too obvious and even my masochism had its limits but I guess this was a new method I'd created for myself so I could move on from these feelings that my brother's best friend was never going to return. How this idea was supposed to work, I had no idea, but there was no harm in trying.

Though I was quickly coming to realise it had all the harm; I really didn't need a continuous reminder of knowing that he was never going to be mine and was a huge manwhore. There was a higher chance of him becoming a monk than of him ever falling in love with me; he only ever saw me as Aden's little sister, which automatically also put me in familial territory and so him returning my ever-growing feelings was not ever going to happen in this lifetime.