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chapter thirty four

Chapter Thirty Four [ Schuyler ] 

I slid down on the carpet floor beside Heather's bed with a loud sigh coming out from me. I really didn't know what to do. I mean, my mind was currently in half (not literally) but my thoughts are. Half of me wanted to drive back down to the place we promised to see each other at. Half of me just wanted to let him go and try to forget him no matter how long it might actually take.

I sighed once more as the memories of us together came back running into my mind. I felt hot tears streaming down my cheeks. I bit my lip, trying to control my emotions. But they just seem uncontrollable. 

I chocked on my tears and just bawled right there as Heather waited for me to explain everything that happened to her.

I actually thank my best friend very much for not pestering me about what exactly happened. She wasn't that type of person, really, but not in a bad way. 

"Everything is going to be alright," she cooed, wrapping an arm around my shoulder as she pulled me close to her. I could definitely feel that she was feeling awkward right now. Especially since she didn't exactly know how to comfort people who are crying.

I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. She stared at me. "Don't tell me that you are going bipolar right now," she said consciously. "I don't think I am actually ready to have a bipolar friend just yet. Although I am not actually against it, but then again-"

"Heather," I sighed. There she goes again with her rambling.

"What?" she turned to me with a sheepish grin on her face. I shrugged and wiped the stray tears off my cheeks. I breathed out heavily and just stared at the floor.

There was complete silence in the room until I felt that I was ready to let everything out already.

"I don't know if I am overreacting to all these, but-" I stopped and turned to her, expecting some answers from my best friend. "If you saw your boyfriend cheating on you, kissing another girl, what would you actually feel?"

She looked at me dumbfounded. "I'm not exactly saying that my brother cheated on you," I trailed off. "I just want to, you know,"

She scooted closer to me and held my hands in hers. "I know what you're trying to say," she said softly. "I believe that everything happens for a reason," she said.

"Yeah, Allen kissed Delilah because he had a reason," I muttered bitterly.

"And did you exactly ask him why it happened?" she asked me.

I turned to her and was about to send out a retort. Heather just raised a brow at me, waiting for me to give her my answer. "No," I sighed.

"Schuyler, honey, I think you should talk to him about this, maybe all the anger in you will actually go away if you listen to him," 

"I'm not angry," I countered, frowning at my best friend.

"Yeah, sure you're not," she said, motioning on my hands. I looked down at them and noticed that they were clenched into fists and the colour was slightly turning pale. "Fine, I am angry," I huffed. "And hurt."

"The only way to release all those is if you actually talk to him," she said. "After talking, you can decide what you will actually do, and Allen should respect your decision."

"But, it is completely obvious that he was kissing Delilah," I countered as the picture of them sucking each other's faces like how a vacuum would do came into my mind repeatedly.