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Leya's question about my acquaintance with Kyle led to a brief explanation: "We're just friends," I replied, keeping my response simple and straightforward. Shortly afterward, Kyle messaged me, sending a photograph of Leya that was, to put it mildly, less than flattering. He accompanied the image with another round of teasing comments, his words laced with a playful, yet somewhat insensitive, tone. I found myself at a loss for words, unsure how to respond to his message without escalating the situation or inadvertently hurting Leya's feelings. In the end, I opted for silence, leaving his message on "delivered," a subtle indication that I wasn't ignoring him, but wasn't ready to engage in a potentially contentious conversation. The silence hung heavy between us, a palpable tension that mirrored the unresolved feelings surrounding Leya and her apparent infatuation with Kyle.

The following morning, I decided to address the elephant in the room, sharing some news that I felt he needed to know. I anticipated a prompt reply, a continuation of our usual back-and-forth banter. However, my expectation was unmet; silence greeted me, a stark contrast to our typically rapid-fire exchange of messages. Slightly annoyed by his delayed response, I sent a message tinged with playful exasperation: "Okayyy fine, don't reply anymore. I was throwing a tantrum, acting as if you're my boyfriend." The message was a deliberate attempt to inject some levity into the situation, a playful jab at the underlying tension.

Twenty minutes stretched into an eternity, the silence amplifying my growing frustration. Finally, his reply arrived, a message that both amused and irritated me in equal measure: "Heyyy, I was busy doing chores. You're so impatient!!" The mirroring of my own previous message was undeniable, a deliberate echo that highlighted the playful, yet slightly competitive, dynamic of our relationship. He was, once again, acting sassy, a behavior that, despite my initial annoyance, I found strangely endearing. His playful antagonism, his almost childlike need to mirror my own words and actions, always managed to elicit a laugh, a testament to the unique and often unpredictable nature of our connection.

One day, he unexpectedly accessed my account, a decision that initially filled me with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. He saw messages from other guys who were clearly interested in me romantically, and I couldn't discern his feelings about it. I chose not to ask, preferring to allow him to process his emotions at his own pace. His reaction to my conversations with Raycy, however, proved far more revealing. Raycy and I had exchanged numerous pictures, some of which were undeniably cringeworthy, relics of a less self-conscious time. I had also inadvertently sent some pictures of Kyle to Raycy, a detail I had neglected to mention to Kyle himself. I also recalled an incident where he'd reacted to one of my photos with a heart emoji, only to quickly retract it, a fleeting gesture that hinted at a deeper, perhaps more complex, set of emotions. Again, I chose not to bring it up, unwilling to force a conversation that he might find uncomfortable or awkward.

He eventually reached a conversation where I'd opened up to Raycy about my previous relationship, detailing the manipulative behavior of my ex-boyfriend, highlighting the numerous red flags I'd initially overlooked, and explaining the reasons for our eventual breakup. I'd recounted how he'd used me financially, how he'd maintained contact with his ex-girlfriend (who he was supposedly only "talking to") throughout our relationship, greeting her with festive messages during Christmas and New Year's, and how he'd repeatedly lied about his dating history, claiming to have no previous relationships. I was surprised, and slightly unnerved, that he'd read such a personal and emotionally charged account of my past relationship. The truth was, I'd ended things with him after confiding in my mother about his manipulative behavior. I'd realized I deserved better, and he simply wasn't my type—he was significantly younger and shorter than I preferred. I also felt a considerable amount of guilt about my own role in the relationship, about having led him on and not reciprocating his feelings honestly. The entire situation had been far more complicated than I'd initially realized, a tangled web of emotions and unmet expectations. His reading of my private conversation with Raycy added a new layer of complexity to our already evolving relationship, a layer that hinted at a deeper level of intimacy and trust than I had previously anticipated.

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