He Said I Was NOBODY, But Now He’s Begging For My Love Letter Chapter 14

He Said I Was NOBODY, But Now He’s Begging For My Love Letter Chapter 14

The bookstore was quiet. I heard my own breathing. 

Sunlight spilled through the windows onto his face. 

I looked at him for a long time. 

Then I smiled softly. 

“Elias. Once, just saying your name in my head made my 

heart race.” 

He didn’t speak. He just watched me. 

“But now,” I said, looking past him to the bookstore entrance. 

Owen had just walked in. He waved at me with that warm, 

kind smile. 

“Saying your name now feels normal. No extra feelings. 

Nothing.” 

Elias’s eyelashes flinched. 

“I don’t like you anymore,” I said, looking back at him. My 

voice was soft but firm. 

“I’m not being stubborn. I’m not lying. I really don’t like you.” 

He stayed quiet for a long time. His eyes held something I 

couldn’t understand. 

I didn’t know why he was acting like this. And I didn’t care 

anymore. 

“Oh, and… I should be able to pay you back all seventy–three 

thousand by next year.” 

Owen called my name. 

“Lila! Over here! I found the perfect spot!” 

I nodded slightly at Elias, a quiet goodbye. 

I turned and didn’t look back. 

The sun was bright outside. The wind was gentle. 

Owen stood by the window, holding a book. 

He smiled at me brightly. 

“Guess what I found! They have that book you were looking 

for!” 

I walked over and took it, breathing in the sunlight and his 

clean scent. 

“Thank you.” 

“No big deal,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. 

“Who was that guy? Your friend?” 

I opened the first page. “An old classmate.” 

“Oh, okay.” 

He didn’t ask further. He pulled out a chair. “What do you 

want to drink? I’ll get it.” 

“Black Americano. No sugar.” 

I never used to like black coffee. I didn’t know when I started 

drinking it. 

“Got it.” 

Elias watched us for a long time. 

Finally, he turned and left. 

Elias. 

You’ll never know how many times I used to stare at your 

back. 

Now, looking at you walk away, I thought of the old me. 

The girl who pretended to run into you in the hallway. 

The girl who slipped a love letter into a yearbook. 

The girl who pretended to be someone else just to be near 

you. 

You worked so hard. 

From now on, I’ll take good care of her. 

My phone buzzed. 

A message from Elara. 

She sent a photo of her cooking. 

Elara: [I made your favorite sweet and sour ribs! Come back 

to Eastbrook soon and I’ll make it for you!] 

I smiled and typed one reply: [Okay.] 

Outside, the Southfield sky was clear blue. 

Owen walked back with two coffees, sunlight on his 

shoulders. 

“What are you smiling at?” he asked. 

“Nothing,” I said, taking the coffee. 

“I just think the weather’s really nice today.” 

It was a beautiful day. 

And tomorrow would be even better. 

So would my life.