Intertwined

Delightful Date: Part Two

Evelyn was destroyed.

She had no idea where it went wrong. Where she went wrong.

This was supposed to be a delightful date with her boyfriend. The boy she held a torch for so long, yet there she was, barely holding herself together to get home before anyone on the streets ask her why she was crying a stream.

The answer to that question would be the last conversation minutes ago in the park. With him. At first, everything was normal. He was normal, she was normal. They were normal, and just then, it took a nasty turn.

I can't do this. We can't do this...

I don't like you like that. I'm sorry...

He started to get angry after this. Just after she rebuffed him, pouring out her heart to him and he can just push her aside like that.

Her worst nightmare came true when he dropped the major bomb that was the truth. She had brought up the undeniable evidence of his feelings for her and yet...

That note was not real! I wrote it, but it wasn't to you! It was part of a stupid nerdy thing I do with my friend!

It couldn't be. It can't be. He said something about it not being what it looks like before, yet she chose to ignore. And despite everything, he never denied it again. He never gave her a sign that he didn't want to be with her.

Was it something else? Was she just pushy? Too touchy? He just never told her. Will he ever do that? Will they even be able to hang out in the same group anymore?

The questions never stopped that day, even after her father tried to talk her out of it, even after she went to bed that night.

There. He did it, he finally did it.

Matthew Anderson told her that he didn't like her like that. He lied to her.

He had told lies before, he had said small things like this before, yet this was the first time it teared him apart on the inside.

He never lied about affections. He never had them for anyone before, so he never had to lie about them. And then he finally got them, and he didn't know what lying about them would be like, what would it mean for him?

It meant tears and his conscience troubling him for the rest of the day.

Granted, they weren't as obvious. First of all, there weren't many people around in the park that day. Yes, he couldn't move from his spot. His heart weighted him down from getting up and walking it off like he could do with anything. Almost anything.

Not many tears came out, but his eyes got prickly. He just had to bring up his hand and put it across his face to hide the shame.

Go on, Eve...This was the only way. You need someone better. Someone remarkable. Someone tolerable. You need a better person. A good person who's not me...

I'm sorry that you had to sleep with a heavy heart today. I hope you can make up for it in the coming days...

So that went well.

Not really but you know what I mean. I feel bad for putting my smol beans through this but oh well, if I could write a good story without heartache, I would.

Like I noted in last chapter, we're going into the final arc after this. I hope y'all will stick with it until the end. We don't know how long this book will be by the end but I'm predicting we reach 50 chapters at least. Yeah, I said at least.

Anyways, bye! Stay safe till then!