Keep Me In Your Heart

One Step At A Time

Zane

Today went as well as could be expected. Sacha went over to August for the day and Eden and I spent the day at my house and it was incredibly awkward.

I kissed him last night and I've felt weird since.

On one hand it felt...amazing. But on the other hand I felt like I was betraying August.

Which is insane because I know that if anybody was betrayed there it was me.

I'm the one who got fucked over.

I groaned a little bit as I sat on the couch.

I wonder what Eden is doing?

I sighed. Was that from exhaustion or longing though?

I don't want another relationship. I don't want to date, to marry, to love.

I scoffed at my thoughts.

Bullshit Zane. You're a hopeless romantic and you know it. You crave being loved the same way you love.

I threaded my fingers into my hair, gripping it tightly.

I hate him for doing this to me.

My phone buzzing pulled me out of the quick spiral I was about to fall into.

Beck is calling me.

What is he calling this late for? He never calls.

"Hello?"

"I'm coming over, unlock the door,"

No greeting. No acknowledgement of my greeting. Just a demand. Very typical of Beck.

"It's almost midnight?"

"Unlock the damn door," he huffed.

I rolled my eyes and got up, unlocking the door.

"Is there a reason for your visit?"

"I'll tell you when I get there,"

I rolled my eyes when he abruptly hung up on me.

Asshole.

I sat my phone down before I laid out on the couch.

♡♡♡

Beck came over to drop off a couple of gifts and also check on me.

And also to pester me about Eden and how we're involved...which lead to me ugly crying over August while Beck sat there like a deer in headlights.

"I miss him," I spoke, wiping my eyes. "Beck you know how close we were..."

"Fuck him," was Beck's usual response. Which is why I was shocked by his actual response.

"I'm sorry," Beck spoke, frowning. "I know it doesn't really...fix it, but," he trailed.

I shook my head. "Why did he do it?"

I wanted to understand.

What did I do wrong?

"We fuck up sometimes in life, Zane," Beck shrugged. "Sometimes it's intentional,"

"What did I do to deserve that?" I asked. The question wasn't so much aimed at Beck but moreso at...I guess the universe or something.

"You didn't do anything to deserve it Zane. August's just a bitch,"

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath.