Weight of The Untold

Chapter 15

“Kyla. Kyla. Kyla!!”

I flinched at the sound of my name being yelled like that. What the actual fuck? Who screams someone’s name like that?

“What’s wrong with you?” he continued, dropping down beside me. “Already got a hearing problem?”

If he meant the drilling and mechanical chaos behind me—the construction site roaring like it was chewing up the street—I wasn’t impressed.

“Alec,” I said flatly, staring straight ahead, “I’m not in the mood for whatever you have to say. Just leave me alone.”

He scoffed, tossing his bag next to him like he owned the space.

“He broke up with you, didn’t he?” he said. “That’s why you look so miserable.”

I blinked, incredulous. Seriously?

“I don’t know who you’re talking about,” I replied coolly, “and I don’t wish to know.”

“You know exactly who I’m talking about, Kyla,” he snapped. “I told you he’d hurt you. But you never listen.”

I turned to him sharply. What was wrong with him today?

“Seriously?” I laughed hollowly. “Out of everything I’ve been through—and I mean everything—the only thing you can come up with is whether Deveon broke up with me? When we weren’t even together?” I rolled my eyes. “God, Alec. You’re so annoying.”

“Now I’m annoying?” he shot back. “You’re the one who—”
He stopped himself.

That pause was loud.

“What?” I demanded. “I’m what?” My voice rose despite myself. “Too blind to notice you’ve been trying to show me you’re in love with me? Too blind to see that jealousy is the only thing running you?”

The words slipped out before I could stop them. But the shock on his face said everything Em had already warned me about.

“So now you can’t speak?”

“K-Ky, that’s not true,” he stammered. “I—I—”
He fell silent again, staring at the ground like he wished it could swallow him whole.

“Oh really?” I stood up abruptly. “Fine. Then look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t have feelings for me. Tell me that if I leaned down and kissed you right now, you wouldn’t kiss me back.”

His head snapped up, confusion and panic fighting on his face. I didn’t even care that it would’ve been my first kiss. I just needed the truth.

“I can’t do that, Ky,” he whispered.

Barely audible over the drilling. But I heard it. Loud and clear.

“That’s what I thought.” My voice broke despite how hard I tried to stay calm. “You know what, Alec? I’m tired. I really am. I’m done fighting.”

He said nothing.

“I’ll just accept that our friendship ended the moment you stopped talking to me,” I continued quietly. “Losing a good friend at a time like this… I never thought that would happen.”

He didn’t look up.

“So before I say goodbye,” I said, my chest aching, “I want to apologise. If I ever gave you the impression that we’d be something one day—I’m sorry. I thought we were just friends. Maybe I did something without realising it. I honestly don’t know.”

I swallowed.

“But I don’t love you like that. I never have. I’ve never seen you that way—and I don’t think I ever will.”