Try To Feel Okay Again

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That day I got 7 boys numbers and 9 Snapchats. I'd say that's a win. For Chase it's a whole different story. He wouldn't talk to me until I found him in our dorm.

"Why did you do that?" Chase said.

"To spite you." I scoffed.

"There are other ways to do that, you know."

"Why do you care?" I questioned.

"I don't. I just thought we were getting along and-" He cut himself off.

"And, what?"

"Nothing. Forget I said anything." Chase seemed distant.

I walked over to him and put my hand on his shoulder. "Hey, you can talk to me."

He shrugged my hand off. "No I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because...I just can't." He sighed.

"If it makes you feel any better, I can't get over it either." I looked him in the eyes.

He looked back at me and I saw his dark brown eyes for the first time in a long time. It was exhilarating nonetheless — never gets old. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I searched his eyes for some kind of sign. All I could think about was what used to be. It was like an unspoken conversation was happening. And suddenly I knew what he was feeling. He probably could tell what I was feeling too.

Because he hugged me.

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