The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers)

Chapter 178

I find Arrick in the garden on his own, sitting on a swing in the shadow of the trees under his childhood treehouse, lost in thought as he picks at grass on the ground underneath him.

He looks crazy young, hanging from the seat to lean down and makes me hate how these past few weeks between us have been. It’s easy to forget all we are to each other when faced with all this bullshit. Watching him now is a reminder of sitting here on summer days and laughing at his lame jokes, a happier time that warms me a little to my core.

I slide into the swing next to him and gaze at him for a moment, and yet even though I can tell he sees me, he doesn’t react. Carries on picking at blades and acting like I’m invisible.

“You giving me the silent treatment now?” I nudge into him by swinging myself over and he frowns and carries on killing grass. The air of petulant boy that’s more expected of his brother than him and for the first time in weeks, he makes me raise a tiny smile at how childish he can be sometimes. A little lifting in my heart of all that has been swirling around, all because Arrick is acting like a teen child instead of my bossy boyfriend. He’s acting like me.

“You tell me… I’m not exactly sure what I should be doing right about now when it comes to you.” His tone is low, gruff, and snappy.

He’s sulking…

My moody boy.

I take a long steady breath; Emma’s words etched into my brain and try to not get instantly defensive with him. I need to be gentle and ask him to lay off for a few days. Make him see it’s what we both need.

“I need a little breathing space and time to let everything sink in, I think. I haven’t really had time to process anything, Arry. I need you to understand it’s not you, it’s not us. I want some alone time for a few days.”

Arry sits up and locks eyes on me, leaning against the chain of the swing so it moves closer to me and watches me intensely.

“You’re not fifteen anymore, Sophs. I’m not some random guy trying to win you over and get past your defense system… This shit, us, we are way beyond all that and pushing me out, locking me out, it’s killing me.” He looks distraught, even if it’s veiled in mild anger.

“I know… I’m sorry, it’s … I don’t know how or why I feel this way, and I can’t even begin to decipher it when we seem to keep fighting with each other. I need a little time to get my head straight.” Trying so hard to keep my tone soft and sincere and my irritation under control. It’s not easy when my emotions are still all over the place and he looks so done with all of this.

“What about me and what I need? Or is this only about your loss, huh?” He snaps. Eyes getting greener by

that this is heading for another fall out and it

and go back to the city, don’t you? You want miles of space, not just houses apart?” He’s gutted, turning away, but the tensing of that jaw tells me he’s reeling

I don’t blame him.

will treat me any different or question it. You have some space; I have some space. I can talk to my mom and get myself checked over.

not going to be that easy and I don’t want to feel weighted down by his feelings right now, on top of mine. I know it’s selfish, but I feel like this emptiness is stopping me from even being able to love him right now too. I can’t think beyond myself in

not sure what else to do really. Holding my breath as anxiety hitches inside of me and start hoping this doesn’t lead to another all-out fight. I have

feel about?” He looks broken so

Oh, Arry.

I want to marry you… But we aren’t exactly working, are we? I don’t want us to rush into a wedding thinking it will fix this and make it worse. You have to see that

for what happened? Because I left the way I did? I wasn’t there, and I should have been?” He sounds devastated and it adds to the

much I feel like I made this happen. Don’t you get that? … I kept telling it I didn’t want it, resented being stuck there and not getting to choose anything happening in my life anymore. I blamed it for us fighting all the time, feeling trapped and cut off from everyone and all our plans and goals… And you walking out on me in anger… I blame everything on myself for laying all the blame on an innocent baby for everything going to shit. I did this and then when I lost it, I didn’t feel anything that I know I should feel and it’s messing my head up.” The sob escapes my throat out of

her body is in emotional angst. Arrick puts his hands down with minimal reaction but I still catch that flicker

myself and although I’m hugely unemotional, I cannot stop them. He’s always been good at breaking me so easily. “Sometimes… It just happens. Not every baby conceived is meant to make it and we were unlucky to have it happen to us. Don’t let it tear us apart, baby.” Arry pulls me off the swing into his arms and even though I am crying I go rigid in his hold. I don’t feel like being consoled by anyone. He ignores it and still

have been and making me leave you alone will only make this worse for both of us.” He sounds desperate, but it makes me more stubborn in this. His resistance making that part of me who knew he wouldn’t listen, rile

in this. You hurting and being sad is making me feel guilty; it’s a vicious circle. I can’t deal with it, and I can’t deal with how we are around each other for the time being. I think we need to take a real break

in the gut. I know it’s

Do you mean a breakup?” He almost chokes on the words and I stare numbly at him, unable to think straight. I want to take it back and explain but he’s

us, you’re overreacting.” I look away from him as emotion

not leaving you here to go back to the city with no clue as to what we even are anymore… We don’t end like this. We’re not ending.” He has that stubborn tone on, and it riles me even in my heartbreak that all he hears

typical

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