His Smile

CHAPTER 63

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken- C.S Lewis

Grayson's POV

How could she? She did this to me. Here I am, in pain, whilst she was there having fun with him. I was getting better-or so I think- trying to forget my pain, but she had to show her beautiful face and break my resolve. Seeing him holding her like that had something in me snap. I couldn't control myself and before I knew it, my fist had already collided with his face, my first punch. I'm not the type of person who resorts to violence but it all happened in a blur. I had no control whatsoever and now my knuckles are hurting, real bad yet it can never be compared to the ache I felt seeing them together, happy and smiling.

I had been locked up in Cole's house, not wanting to have anything to do with the outside world -although I know I'd have to one way or the other- ever since that night I lost her due to my stupidity, didn't feel talking to my Dad who kept on calling repeatedly, I didn't even want to breathe outside air, the one in the house was more than enough. But Cade, Cole's younger and only brother was adamant he wanted ice cream and nothing I did or say to him seemed to make him rescind. He was a kid after all and I had no choice than set out to get him what he wanted else I wouldn't have the peace I so desire. Stepping outside wasn't as easy, so I tried to get distracted from how I actually felt, only to come here and find my girlfriend with some other guy.

Ex-girlfriend.

Ex! That sounds so...

I imagined and dreamt of how we'd someday be together forever. Pathetic of me to think so!

Leave me alone! she'd said.

It's not like I can, but I'll try. I'll try to move on, if that's what she wants. As much as it is painful I would.

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Is it that easy to forget about someone you feel this way towards, even if they asked you to? Is it? Cause I can't seem to. I can't forget about her. I've tried but I just can't. I know! I know I promised myself yesterday night before I went to sleep that I wouldn't think of her, I would try my possible best. I really did, yet like some silly game the universe keeps playing on me, I woke up today to a dream of her. A dream of the one I cherish most.

Is this what heartbreak feels like? I don't think I can ever go through this again.

"You're awake." A voice interrupts me. Cole was watching me intently as he stood in the doorway.

I climb out of the bed, "I'll be ready in a bit."

"Your Dad contacted Pierson." He says.

Now he resorts to Pierson? I'm not going back until that woman leaves the house. "Mmmhhh..."

"Your cheeks are tear-stained." His eyes remained on my face as he pauses. It is? "Yesterday you came back with bruised knuckles. You can talk to me whenever you're ready." He shrugs and leaves, shutting the door behind him, leaving me to my thoughts once again.

Tears! On my cheeks?

My hand goes to my face and I walk towards the dressing mirror. Image of a boy with messed up hair, tear-stained hollow cheeks, empty eyes, slightly swollen eyelids, stare back at me.

This isn't me.

Why won't she listen to me, talk to me just once?

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Hey, you!

I haven't seen those eyes for quite some time

It's been a while