He Said I Was NOBODY, But Now He’s Begging For My Love Letter Chapter 13

He Said I Was NOBODY, But Now He’s Begging For My Love Letter Chapter 13

My chopsticks paused. 

“He texted me,” she said. 

“What did he say?” 

Elara smiled bitterly. “He said I deserved it.” 

I went silent. 

“That was it,” she said, stirring her noodles. 

“He didn’t yell. Just… I think he really gave up on me.” 

I didn’t speak. 

A small, soft part of my heart hurt–not for me, but for him. 

He’d been the most sincere one out of all her guys. And 

she’d never taken him seriously. 

“Lila,” Elara said, looking up at me. 

“Yeah?” 

“I want to change.” she said. 

Her eyes were still red, voice rough. But she meant every 

word. 

“I don’t want to live like this anymore. I don’t want to lie to 

people. I don’t want to lie to myself.” 

I looked at her for a long time. 

“Okay. I’ll help you.” 

After that, Elara really did change. 

She deleted all the messy contacts. 

She got a new phone number. 

She went to work on time and came home straight after. 

On weekends, she dragged me to the supermarket to learn. 

to cook. 

Her first meal was way too salty. I ate two bowls anyway. 

“Is it good?” she asked hopefully. 

“Yeah,” I said. 

She smiled, just like the first day we met. 

Eyes curved like crescent moons. 

So beautiful. 

A month later, I went back to Southfield. 

My routine returned. 

Work, home, weekends out with Owen. 

He had a little dimple when he smiled. 

He brought me late snacks when I worked overtime. He kept 

an extra umbrella for me when it rained. 

He wasn’t the most handsome guy. He wasn’t cold and 

distant like Elias. 

But he felt safe. 

With him, I didn’t have to pretend to be anyone. 

I was just Lila. 

I thought that was how my life would stay. 

Then that weekend, Owen asked me to the new bookstore in 

Southfield. 

He said it had a wall of floor–to–ceiling windows. Perfect for 

reading in the sun. 

I arrived early. 

When I pushed open the door, I saw him standing by the 

shelves. 

Thin black sweater, clean shoulders. Sharp, familiar jawline. 

Elias Voss. 

He saw me too. 

Our eyes met. 

My mind went blank for a second. 

Just a second. 

“Hi,” I said first, calmer than I felt. 

He stared at me, eyes deep. 

Like he had too much to say and no way to start. 

“It’s not a coincidence,” he said, his voice was somewhat 

hoarse. 

“I came here to find you.” 

I froze. 

“I went back to Westbrook High School,” he said. 

My heart skipped softly. 

“I found the yearbook,” he paused. “A letter fell out that I 

never saw before.” 

My head felt fuzzy. 

It was the letter I’d slipped into his yearbook on graduation 

day. 

The love letter I’d written him. 

I thought he’d never find it. I thought it was buried away 

forever. 

But he’d seen it. 

“Lila,” he said. “I recognize your handwriting.” 

He looked right at me. 

“You wrote that letter, didn’t you?” 

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. 

Elias stepped closer. 

Too close. 

I could smell a faint tobacco scent on him. 

“Do you still like me?”