His After The Heartbreak (BL) Chapter 188: Let Me Go

Chapter 188- Let Go

Logan’s POV

"You really want to lie to ?"

Right here?

In front of Tyler?

Wow.

I laughed a little. It wasn’t funny. Nothing about this mont was funny, but I couldn’t help it. It was either laugh or scream.

"You really want to act like you’re going to stand for now... just because Tyler’s here?" I said, my voice low but shaking with anger.

"You don’t have to pretend," I added. "You don’t have to act like you care. I already know the truth. I’ve known it for years."

He opened his mouth like he wanted to say sothing, but nothing ca out. Just silence. Useless silence.

"If you’re looking for soone to bla," I said, stepping closer, "bla . Don’t drag Tyler’s dad into this. Don’t tell Tyler’s mom. Don’t go around spreading things just because you’re confused or embarrassed."

"If you want soone to throw under the bus, let it be ."

I said it flat. Cold. And still—he didn’t respond.

Just stood there... looking at like he didn’t know who I was anymore.

Good.

Because maybe he never did.

I felt my throat tighten, but I held everything in. I wasn’t about to cry in front of him.

"I’m not saying anything else," I told him. "I’m done talking."

I turned away. My heart was racing. My fists were clenched.

"Tyler," I called out without looking back. "Let’s go."

And without even a second of hesitation, Tyler followed .

Of course he did.

Did they really think he’d stay? Stay with my dad? What—for more awkward questions? For more fake concern?

Please.

I walked fast. I was still boiling with anger, and I didn’t care if it showed.

I could hear my dad calling my na behind . Again. Again. Like that was supposed to fix anything.

I didn’t even bother to respond.

Tyler didn’t say a word either. He was smart like that. He knew better than to try and calm down with so weak "it’s okay" or "maybe he didn’t an it." He knew if he said anything like that right now, I might explode on him too.

And the last thing I wanted was to hurt him.

But still... I could feel it. I could feel what was coming. I could already see the way my dad’s eyes would change again. The way his voice would sound when he got tired of pretending to care.

He was going to hurt again. I just knew it.

So maybe it was ti I beat him to it.

I walked straight into my room and headed for the closet. I didn’t waste ti.

I grabbed my bag. Tossed it open.

And started packing.

Shirts. Pants. Hoodies. Whatever I could grab.

I wasn’t going to stay here and wait to be pushed out. I was going to leave before he had the chance to throw away again.

Tyler was behind . I could feel his eyes on like they were burning into my back.

He didn’t say anything at first, but I knew he wanted to.

His silence was loud.

He was holding himself back... probably thinking a thousand things... wondering if he should speak or just let crash into this wall alone.

Then finally—

"Logan," he said gently, "what are you doing?"

"What does it look like I’m doing?" I snapped.

I didn’t even look up.

"Please tell , Logan. What are you doing?" He asked again

"Dear Tyler," I said with a bitter smile, "I’m folding these clothes so I can donate them to the holess. Since you clearly can’t use your brain to figure out sothing so simple."

That ca out aner than I intended.

But I didn’t take it back.

"Are you... really leaving?" he asked. His voice cracked a little.

I froze for a second, but I kept packing.

"Don’t ask stupid questions, Tyler," I said without turning around. "It pisses off."

I heard him swallow hard behind . The silence between us stretched like a wire about to snap.

"You don’t have to go, Logan," he said softly. "Do you even have sowhere to stay?"

I didn’t answer.

Because if I opened my mouth, I’d break.

"Logan..." he said again. "Please. I’m begging you. Answer . You don’t have to leave. You don’t have to get this angry—"

I spun around.

"That’s the thing, Tyler! You don’t get it!" I shouted. "You’re not the one living in this house. You’re not the one who knows what my dad is capable of! That’s why you think this is just overreacting."

He stepped back a little, quiet again.

And then I felt guilty. I hated how fast I could tear him down just because I was hurting.

"You don’t have to keep trying to convince ," I said, quieter this ti. "If the only reason you’re begging to stay is because you think I’ll drag you along with , then stop. You’re not coming with , Tyler."

His eyes widened a little.

"I’m going alone," I added. "You’ll stay here until tomorrow. Go check on your mom or whatever. I’ll figure things out."

That shut him up completely.

And sohow... that silence hit harder than any of his words.

Why did it suddenly feel cold in the room?

I glanced at him out the corner of my eye. He wasn’t crying. He wasn’t mad. He was just... standing there, arms hanging by his sides like he’d been punched in the chest.

That’s when it clicked.

He wasn’t trying to stop for himself.

He was trying to stop because he actually cared.

And I hated that I didn’t trust it.

Maybe I was broken. Maybe I’d been hurt too much to believe anyone anymore.

Maybe they were all the sa.

Every single one of them.

"They’re all the sa," I muttered under my breath. "Sa fake concern. Sa lies. Sa empty promises. Just bloody humans playing pretend."

I could feel my eyes stinging. My vision blurred for a second. I looked down quickly and kept packing.

Don’t break.

Not now.

Then I heard his voice again. This ti sharper. Quieter. But it cut straight through .

"So you really think I was only convincing you because I thought you’d force to go with you?" Tyler asked.

I froze.

He took a step closer.

"You think that low of ?"

"Yes," I said quietly to myself, deep in my head. I do think that low of him.

Why wouldn’t I?

Everybody else had always looked out for themselves. Tyler wasn’t any different... or so I thought.

But then he spoke again. His voice sounded different this ti—soft, but filled with sothing that pulled at .

"One thing you should know about , Logan... is that I’m not greedy," he said. "I wasn’t trying to make you stay for . I already knew I wasn’t going with you. I just... I wanted you to stay for you."

I stopped moving, but I didn’t turn around.

He kept talking.

"I was trying to help you. Trying to stop you from walking into sothing you might regret. But the second I opened my mouth, you snapped and told I wouldn’t be coming with you like I was so selfish person who only thought about myself."

There was silence for a second.

Then he added, "Maybe I’ve made mistakes, but Logan, I’m not wicked. And I’m definitely not heartless. I care about you. That’s why I don’t want you to leave."

But it was already too late.

My heart had already left.

I had already shut the door in my mind.

"I’ve made up my mind, Tyler," I said without looking at him. "I’m leaving. And that’s final."

But he didn’t stop.

He kept trying.

I kept moving around the room, multitasking—packing the rest of my things, tossing dirty clothes into the washing machine so the maid could handle it later. At least I’d done sothing helpful before leaving this place for good.

"Logan," he said again, his voice shakier this ti, "please don’t do sothing you’re going to regret later."

That one made pause.

My blood boiled.

I turned to him slowly.

"What did you just say?"

I stepped forward, locking eyes with him.

"So now I’m going to regret this? Is that what you think?"

I could feel my chest rising and falling faster.

"Regret what exactly, Tyler? Standing by who I am? Not being straight? Not pretending to like girls just to please people who hate the real ?"

I scoffed bitterly.

"You think I’ll regret leaving because this house is too toxic to handle my truth?"

He looked down. Couldn’t even et my eyes.

"You know what?" I said, my voice cold. "There’s no difference between you and my dad."

His head shot up.

I zipped the last part of my bag with shaky fingers and picked it up.

I was done.

Done trying to explain myself. Done waiting for people to understand when all they ever did was judge.

I took a step toward the door.

"Logan, wait—please. Don’t go. You can’t just walk away like this," he begged.

But I wasn’t listening anymore.

I didn’t have room for more lies. More confusion. More half-baked support that crumbled the mont things got hard.

I had no space left in my chest for people who said they cared but made feel like a mistake.

I started walking.

That’s when I felt it.

His hand grabbed mine.

Firm.

"Let go, Tyler," I said without turning.

He didn’t.

"Tyler. Let fucking go!"

My voice cracked. I didn’t even care.

I pulled hard—and he finally let go.

But the next second, he grabbed again—only this ti, he pulled into him.

And then...

He kissed .