❝Maybe there's a whole bunch of impossible people waiting for me out there. Waiting to make me feel that same uncertainty again and again.❞
Allison Romero has never had any luck when it comes to finding love, or maintaining friends...or just about...
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a/n ty for 50k reads ily all 🥰
42: CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
"CAREFUL, don't drop —,"
Just as Izzy says those words, the glass slips from beneath my fingers and tumbles down to the ground. Silence. And then, Izzy's mellifluous laughter fills the room. "Jeez, girl! What's with you?"
"Sorry," I murmur with a frown. "I'll go clean it up right now." I go into the back and fetch a broomstick and dustpan. Lately, I've gotten a bit more clumsier than usual and it has something got to do with a green eyed boy who starts with the letter E.
I haven't been able to sleep since the incident. That's what I refer to it as in my mind.
Am I a fool for thinking he'd love me too?
It was not a mistake telling him that I'm in love with him. Neither is loving him. My ultimate downfall is deluding myself into thinking he'd reciprocate those feelings for me. It's funny how a person can break your heart and you would still love them to bits. Love is blind.
They say you're in love when reality is better than your dreams. In my dreams, I feel complete and utter love, only to wake up with frustration and loneliness. I'm tired of dreaming about loving him. I want to live.
I mean I try and I try, but nothing is changing. He'll never want me. I look forward to dreaming because in my dreams, he's actually mine.
And throughout all this, I still want him to be happy. I know he's been depressed for a while now and I wish I could be there for him. But above all, I wish I never opened my big mouth.
I return back to the front and begin to sweep the pieces of broken glass, feeling Izzy's inquisitive gaze on me. I bend down to grab the dustbin when I feel a pinch to my side. Squealing, I jerk away and turn to glower at Izzy. "Jesus, what was that for?" I rub my hip and pout. "You know I'm ticklish..."
"Spill." She crosses her arms over her chest. "You've been really mopey lately and I can't just let you to continue on your day like this."
I feel my lips tremble and I pretend to busy myself by wiping the counter. "It's nothing." I take a shaky breath in. "Don't worry about me; I'll be fine."
Izzy tilts her head to the side, her blue eyes roaming around my face. "Alli, I know you're hurting. Let me help you." Her gaze is earnest.
"Let's just say that I never had a chance to begin with," I blurt out before I can stop myself. She can't know.
Her thin eyebrows draw together. "A chance? With who? Ethan?"
