LOGINShare
56
publish date:
2026-04-18 03:24:22
Latest chapter
Project Heartbreak 56
I was back in my room after dinner, surrounded by the semi-organized chaos of my leaving. I’d stare at a pile of t-shirts, try to decide if I needed all of them, get overwhelmed, and just sit on the floor staring at the wall. Why was this so impossible? It was just stuff.I felt a presence in the doorway.I turned. My mom stood there, one hand on the doorframe, like she needed it to hold herself up. The soft light from the hall carved worried lines into her face that I hadn’t noticed before. She looked… older.“Mom?” I said softly, abandoning the t-shirt pile and turning fully to face her.She’d had a hard life, especially after Dad. We didn’t talk about it. We didn’t say his name. It was like an unspoken rule.“You’re really leaving, Elliot?” Her voice was so quiet, so thin, it was almost just a breath shaping the words.My heart squeezed. “Yeah, Mom. I have to. It's a great opportunity.” I forced a lightness I didn’t feel. “I’m gonna be a fancy doctor. You won’t have to work double
Project Heartbreak 55
I woke up late today. My room was a disaster zone of half-filled boxes and piles of clothes I couldn’t decide if I needed. It was overwhelming. I just stared at the chaos, feeling utterly, profoundly lazy.My phone was dead. I plugged it in, dragged myself through a shower, and pulled on clean clothes.The house was quiet. Mom had left a plate of pancakes under a glass dome on the counter. Orhan was nowhere to be seen. Probably in the backyard, conducting unspeakable experiments on the local ant population. I ate standing up, then collapsed on the living room couch, flipping on some mindless movie.I fell into that weird, daytime TV trance, where you’re not really watching, just letting the noise and colors wash over you. I glanced at the clock on the DVD player.4:07 PM.My brain stalled. 4 PM? How? The entire day had evaporated. A panicky jolt went through me. My phone. I’d completely forgotten about it, charging in my room.I headed to my room, my heart starting a weird, irregular
Project Heartbreak 54
Finals came. The pressure was a welcome distraction. I saw Asher sometimes, limping through the halls on crutches, his sunny demeanor dimmed but still present. He’d give me a small, acknowledging nod, and I’d return it. There was a strange, unspoken understanding between us now.And I saw Jax.He was back at school a week after the tournament. He moved differently. He looked tired. There were shadows under his eyes that hadn’t been there before. We’d pass in the hallway, and for a split second, his gaze would flicker to me. It wasn’t the intense, possessive stare from before. It was something heavier. More resigned. A look that held all the words we’d never say. I never approached him. He never approached me. We were two satellites in decaying orbits, destined to drift apart.Finals ended. The relief was immense, but it left a vacuum. Suddenly, there was nothing to outrun.My homeroom teacher, Mrs. Gable, called me into her office. She had my results spread out on her desk. “Elliot,”
Project Heartbreak 53
The next time I surfaced, the world had shifted. The crushing weight was gone, replaced by a deep, body-aching weakness, like I’d been run over by a truck and then put back together. But I could move my limbs without feeling like they were made of concrete.I shuffled to the bathroom, my reflection in the mirror giving me a fright. Pale, dark circles under my eyes, hair a disaster. I looked like I’d gone ten rounds with a heavyweight champion.The smell of toast led me to the kitchen. Orhan was at the table, a pair of craft scissors in one hand and the local newspaper spread out before him. He wasn’t reading the articles. He was cutting out a picture of Asher Hayes from a sports section photo of the soccer team. He had a small, growing pile of them.I didn’t have the energy. I just didn’t. I walked past him, grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, and chugged half of it, the cool liquid a miracle on my ragged throat.As I leaned against the counter, the ghost of a memory surfaced. The
Project Heartbreak 52
For a long moment, the only sound was my ragged, hitching breaths. I stood there, exposed and raw, waiting for the final blow. For him to laugh. To sneer. To confirm that it was all a game.He didn’t.Instead, I saw his own composure crack. The icy mask shattered, and what was underneath was just… pain. Raw, unvarnished pain. He took a step towards me, his hand coming up, reaching for me.“Elliot…” His voice was a wreck, a broken whisper.He tried to pull me into an embrace.It was the last thing I expected. The warmth, the solidness of him, the scent that still made my stupid heart clench. It was a siren’s call, promising a shelter from the storm he himself had created. For a split second, my body swayed towards his, a traitorous instinct seeking comfort from its tormentor.But then my mind screamed, a final, desperate alarm.I shoved him away. My hands flat against his chest, pushing with all the strength I had left. “Don’t, Jax,” I said, my voice trembling but clear. He stumbled b
Project Heartbreak 51
“What do I do?” The question came out small and pathetic. “What am I supposed to do now?”Ben looked at the ground, scuffing his shoe against the asphalt. “I don’t know, man. Maybe... maybe go to the principal?”“And say what?” Maya snapped, her frustration boiling over. “‘Hey, everyone’s calling me a pervert, make it stop’? That’ll just make it look like we’re panicking. We need a plan.”A plan. Right. Because I was so good at those. My grand plan to get close to Asher had ended with me being publicly branded a predatory thief. My track record was not great.Then my phone buzzed in my pocket.We all froze. I pulled it out slowly, my heart hammering against my ribs. The screen glowed.JAX.My thumb hovered over the screen. I hit ‘decline’ and shoved the phone back into my pocket.“Who was it?” Ben asked, though he’d clearly seen the screen.“Nobody,” I muttered.Maya’s eyes narrowed. “Was it him? Was it Jax?”I didn’t answer. The phone started buzzing again, relentless. JAX.“Pick it
You may also like
My Father's Wish
Bellaboy8.4K viewsTHE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY
Censia12.1K viewsRUTHLESS TEMPTATION
authorchomzy12.1K viewsGUARDED HEAT
maria adelle9.8K viewsMy lover, my soon to be step brother
bright Emerald487 viewsTHE BILLIONAIRE’S SMASH BODY
Prettyz3.6K viewsHidden Obsession
Doona5.8K viewsDANGEROUS AFFAIRS WITH MY LATE SISTER'S HUSBAND
Gp Edward 564 views
