King of Hearts ≫ teen fiction

twenty

A N A S T A S I A ;

I watched as he turned the corridor to his next class.

The sour look on his face repeatedly pop up from my closed eyes.

I felt my throat go dry and my heart began to beat uncontrollably.

My eyes were on the brink of tears and my knees felt weak.

What was it? What is this feeling that you get when you feel like the world is crumbling beneath your feet.

I thought I was going to be okay about this. But I wasn't. I felt nothing but empty.

And no medicine could change it.

I leant against the hard wall and screwed my eyes shut, trying to contain myself from the urge to cry.

And just when I was about to open my eyes, I felt a tear slide down my face.

This was it. This is what it felt like to have your heart broken by the king of hearts.

-

"Mind telling me what's the matter?" Fransesca pulled me into her arms.

Tears strung down my face and I began to sob harder and harder as minutes went by.

"I-I can't do this." I wept into her shirt.

"Do what sweetheart?" She ran her fingers through my tangled hair.

"It hurts. It hurts so bad." I sunk my nails deep into my skin, barely drawing blood.

"Want to talk about it?" She pulled me away, staring in my eyes with a reassuring expression.

I nodded, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand. Then I told her. Everything that happened between me and him.

Me and Alex.

Everything. From when he confessed to me, to when he kissed me and till now.

And I guessed it was easier to just let it all out.

She smiled to me. One of those heartfelt smiles. The ones that tell you that everything was going to be okay.

And though, as helpless as I was, I did have hope that maybe one day me and Alex were going back to the way things were.

But it was present. And time didn't stop to heal my broken heart.

I let the tears fall of my face as Francesca pulled me back into her arms.

"It hurts so bad Francesca. It hurts so much." I stopped to breath. "I wish- I wish I couldn't feel anything at all." I choked out.

What time also didn't stop was pain. This was one of the pains that went on till end.

And if, if he were to come back, or if I had the nerves to go to him, maybe.

Just maybe this pain and sorrow would begin to dissipate.

But it still wouldn't heal a broken heart.

Or it wouldn't heal my broken heart.

-

I stabbed my fork into the pasta and begin to mash the food off my plate.

It was a tendency I had when I was angry.

Angry because the man I hoped to never see ever again was right in front of me.

Glaring at you until you glared back. But I didn't want to look him in the eyes.

I didn't want to look at anyone.

My dad looked back down at his food and ate quietly.

"Honey stop playing with your food." My mother says, patting her mouth with a napkin.

I mumbled things under my breath. But it all didn't make sense to me.

I didn't even understand the words coming out of my mouth.

It would've terrified me if it weren't for the fact that I knew the reason behind it.

It has been a couple of days since I last talked to Alex. And every night, I lost more and more sleep.

Thinking of all the ways I screwed up. Again.

The slight change of schedule to my sleeping routine is what set me off.

I couldn't think straight. Or even talk. The simplest things were now difficult.

All because of some stupid pact I made to myself about falling in love.

And. This. Was. Where. It. Got. Me.

It has gotten me nowhere. The only thing it has left behind is an empty heart and a blank mind.

-

"Jesus christ Ana." Francesca pried the icecream cone off my hands.

"You already had dinner!"

I rolled my eyes at her. "I'm hungry. I eat a-a lot when I'm upset!" I cried, snatching the icecream from her hands.

"Obviously! But you need to get your mind off of him." She looked at me with those eyes that scream you-know-I'm-right-do-not-fight-me-on-this.

And she was right. All I seem to be doing to eat my feelings away and it's getting me nowhere.

"W-what do you insist we do then?" I sunk into the bed, defeated.

"I think we should just take a walk on the beach. Maybe a swim. What do you think?"

I nodded my head. "Anything is better than here." I sheepishly laughed.