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.

only about your loss, huh?” He snaps. Eyes getting

that this is heading for another

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 inside. Hurting him

I don’t blame him.

to my mom and get myself checked over. Then I come home, and we figure this

now, on top of mine. I know it’s selfish, but I feel like this emptiness is stopping me from even being able to

angrily, wrestling with his own head and stops a few feet away to kick at something in the grass. I stay sat still and watch him for a minute, 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 no energy

marry me? Or is that something else you don’t know how to feel about?” He looks broken so suddenly, pain etched

Oh, Arry.

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 right now,

Because I left the way I did? I wasn’t there, and I should have been?” He sounds devastated and it adds to the crushing pain in my chest that is building slowly. This is why I keep avoiding him because

everyone and all our plans and goals… And you walking out on me in anger…

down with minimal reaction but I still catch that flicker of hurt flash across his face. As understanding as he is, this

“Sometimes… It just happens. Not every baby conceived is meant to make it and we were

this apart. We’re stronger together, we always 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

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 from

look on his face is like a punch in the gut. I know it’s the only way to get him to listen to me. But Is wear his expression reminds me of what

contact? … What are you talking about? … 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

breathing space for both of us, you’re overreacting.” I look away from him as

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 is one point in a

fucking typical of

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