He Said I Was NOBODY, But Now He’s Begging For My Love Letter Chapter 08

He Said I Was NOBODY, But Now He’s Begging For My Love Letter Chapter 08

I woke up the next morning with terrible dark circles. 

I looked like I’d been punched. 

My eyes were puffy from crying all night. I splashed cold water on my face and layered on concealer and foundation. 

I thought Elara would still be asleep. But she was already 

gone. 

A note was tucked under an insulated food container. 

It read: [I’m going after Elias! A guy that generous? I’m not letting him get away.] 

[I bought you your favorite Maple Street Oatmeal Bowl. Heat it up if it’s cold.] 

I stared at the note for a long time. 

[Going after Elias.] 

[Not letting him get away.] 

The words stung my heart. 

I opened the container. 

The oatmeal was still warm. Maple Street was a 15–minute 

walk from my place. 

Elara knew I loved it. She bought it for me when I was sick 

or upset. 

But this time, I didn’t know if I should feel grateful. 

I took a deep breath and ate quickly, forcing every bite 

down. 

Like I could swallow all the bad feelings too. 

Elara was a good friend. 

We’d met freshman year, only four years ago–less time than I’d known Elias. 

She was kind and caring. 

When I’d gotten a bad virus sophomore year, she’d taken me 

to the ER in the middle of the night. 

She hated going out of her way. But she’d rushed around for 

1. me. 

She had flaws. 

She was a player queen. 

But she cared about me. Truly. 

I thought if I had to choose between them, I’d pick Elara. 

The tightness in my chest eased a little. 

Crush or friendship. 

I wasn’t stupid. I knew which mattered more. 

I went back to my routine: work, apartment, work, 

apartment. Left at 7:30 a.m., back at 7:30 p.m. 

Like a robot on a loop. 

Elara has been very busy lately. 

Once she decided to chase Elias, she committed. 

I saw her posts on her socials. 

A full–glam selfie captioned: [The vibe of a girl dressed up for 

someone important.] 

I then saw she’d shared a restaurant location, that 

hard–to–book French bistro downtown. 

I knew what she was doing. I just didn’t know if she’d 

succeed. 

Elias’s chat stayed quiet. 

After I broke the vase, I told him I’d pay him back in 

installments. 

He never replied. 

On Wednesday afternoon, my mom called.