His After The Heartbreak (BL) Chapter 234: A Confusing Confession

Chapter 234- A Confusing Confession

LOGAN’S POV

I froze.

I didn’t even know what part of my body was supposed to move next. My arms dropped to my sides, my chest stopped rising, and my throat... it closed up like soone poured cent down it.

"What?" I croaked, my voice barely making it past my lips. "What... what did you just say?"

But I knew what I heard.

I just didn’t want to believe it.

Tyler looked at like he wasn’t even scared of the reaction. Like he ant it. Like he’d been aning it for a long ti.

"You heard ," he said quietly. "Now say sothing."

I opened my mouth, but nothing ca out. Not one single thing.

Why couldn’t I talk?

Why was my brain racing but my tongue frozen?

He stepped closer, and I swear my heart did a goddamn sorsault in my chest.

Then he took another step.

"Say sothing, Logan," he said again, a little louder this ti. "What? Cat got your tongue? You were yelling just now... where’s all that fire?"

I was still just looking at him, completely thrown off. The air in the room was thick, like it had changed, like everything shifted in that one second.

And then—he kissed .

His hands reached up and grabbed the sides of my face, and before I could even blink, his lips were on mine.

It wasn’t rough.

It wasn’t rushed.

It was slow.

Soft.

And I let it happen.

His lips moved gently against mine, shaky and sweet, like he wasn’t even sure if he was doing it right. His breath was warm, his hands shaking a little. But God... the way it made my chest tighten and my head spin—it scared the hell out of .

Because I was enjoying it.

More than I should.

My fingers curled around his arms, and for a second—just a second—I kissed him back.

Until my brain decided to wake the hell up.

This is Tyler.

The sa Tyler who once looked dead in the face and said he wasn’t into guys. That he wasn’t ever going to change his sexuality. That he wasn’t attracted to .

Then what the hell is this?

Sothing’s not right.

This isn’t real. This is so stupid trick, or he’s confused, or—sothing.

I pushed him.

Harder than I ant to.

His feet tripped backward, and before I could even reach out, he slamd into the wall.

CRACK.

His head hit the plaster with a terrifying sound.

My heart stopped.

"Oh, shit—oh my God, shit! Tyler?!"

I didn’t even think. I rushed over and dropped to my knees beside him.

His body was curled, and he was groaning softly. My hands were shaking as I tried to lift him gently.

"Tyler... fuck, are you okay? I swear I didn’t an to—I didn’t an to push you that hard. Please, get up. Please..."

But he slapped my hand away with a sharp force that stung.

"Oh... so you really wanted to kill , huh?" he spat bitterly. "Was that the plan?"

I flinched.

"No—Tyler, no! I swear to God, I didn’t an—"

"So what, Logan?" His voice cracked with anger. "You hate that much? That you had to throw like I’m trash? Like I don’t matter? You didn’t even care that my head hit the damn wall!"

"Tyler, stop—"

"NO! You stop!" he snapped. "You think just because I kissed you that you get to treat like this?"

I opened my mouth. Nothing.

How was I supposed to explain that it wasn’t about hate?

"I’m sorry," I whispered. "Please, Tyler... it wasn’t intentional. I thought maybe you were drunk or sothing, that you didn’t know what you were doing. I didn’t push you because I hated you. I was just—confused. I didn’t know how to—"

That only made it worse.

He shoved .

Hard.

So hard that I lost balance and landed flat on my ass with a painful thud.

"FUCK, Tyler!" I shouted. "What the hell?!"

He didn’t answer.

He didn’t even look at .

He just walked over to his bed and sat down like I wasn’t there.

I stayed on the floor for a few seconds, my back burning.

I wanted to scream.

But maybe keeping my mouth shut was better. Maybe silence was the only thing that wouldn’t make this even worse.

What was the point of talking when the damage had already been done?

I muttered under my breath, "Screw you, Tyler," as I finally stood up, wincing from the pain.

I didn’t say anything else. I didn’t even look at him as I crossed the room and threw myself onto my bed.

I laid there, staring at the ceiling, the throbbing pain in my lower back reminding of every second of what just happened.

Maybe it was better this way.

Maybe when we wake up tomorrow, none of this will exist.

Maybe it’ll be like today never happened.

That kiss.

That confession.

That mont where I actually thought for a second that Tyler loved .

Because he doesn’t.

He can’t.

He only said it to calm down. To stop the fight. To save my stupid temper from destroying .

Tyler can never love .

But could it be true?

Could it really an that Tyler... loves ?

That word—love—just kept ringing in my head like a fucking church bell. My chest felt tight, my thoughts were racing, and I couldn’t stop asking myself the sa question over and over again.

"Does he really love ?" I whispered into the dark room like maybe it would echo back with an answer.

No.

No. No. No. No.

It can’t be.

I shook my head and let out a dry, shaky laugh. "This is bullshit," I muttered under my breath. "This is just another ga. Another twisted joke the universe is playing on ."

I laid back on my bed, arm over my eyes, trying to shut everything out. But the mories ca crawling in like poison.

I rembered what he told .

Or maybe it was what he wrote in that stupid damn letter.

I rembered every word like it was tattooed on my brain.

We aren’t compatible.

We’re attracted to different things.

I’m sorry, Logan. I can’t give you what you want.

That’s how he shut out.

So how dare he co back now—like nothing happened—and say he loves ?

You don’t get to burn soone and then show up holding water after the flas already ate everything.

"You can’t just co back, Tyler," I whispered, blinking fast as my eyes stung. "You don’t get to do that."

I tried to calm myself down. I told myself he only said those words—those three fucking words—because he was trying to stop from killing Philip. That was all.

"He just wanted to stop ," I said to myself out loud, like saying it would make it real. "He said those words to cool down. That’s all. That’s the only reason."

But the more I said it... the more it started to sound like lies.

"Then why did it feel real?" I asked myself, pressing my palms to my face. "Why did it sound like he ant it?"

No, Logan. No.

You’re reading too much into it. You’re desperate. You want to believe he cares, so your brain is making up stories. That’s all.

"He doesn’t love ," I whispered. "He can’t."

But then my thoughts jumped to the kiss.

That kiss.

My lips still rembered how soft his were. How his hands trembled. How it didn’t feel fake. How it felt like sothing he’d been holding in for too long.

Was the kiss also a lie?

Did he kiss just to make quiet?

Just to distract ?

"Why the hell would you do that, Tyler?" I whispered. "Why would you make believe sothing that isn’t real?"

My heart was beating so hard it felt like it was about to crash out of my chest and land on the floor.

Why now?

Why when I was finally moving on?

Why does he always co back just when I’ve started stitching myself together, only to rip the seams wide open again?

"Why do you keep ruining ?" I muttered, covering my face with both hands.

I was almost okay, damn it.

I was almost done hurting over him.

I was building new walls. I was learning how to breathe without him in my lungs.

And just when I thought I was fine, he shows up, knocks everything down, makes fall again—and I know what cos next.

He’ll disappear.

Again.

And I’ll have to start over from scratch, like I always do.

Like I haven’t already bled enough for him.

I turned my head slowly toward his bed. He was facing the other side, perfectly still.

Was he asleep?

Sleeping—after throwing my world upside down like it was nothing?

"Unbelievable," I muttered, grinding my teeth.

I rolled onto my side and tried to close my eyes.

But I couldn’t sleep.

I kept tossing and turning, my legs moving under the blanket.

And then I sat up..

I couldn’t take it anymore.

"Tyler..." I whispered.

My throat burned.

My fists clenched in my lap.

"Tyler, why did you have to do this to ?"