The Stages of a Broken Heart

23 year old Chelsea Maters is still in shock after her boyfriend for 5 years broke up with her on their 5th anniversary. Depressed and hurt, she moves out of town and lives with her older brother. There she meets a man who'll help her go through the stages of a broken heart. And slowly, without her full consent, she finds her self falling for that guy.... Is she ready to love again? Is she willing to take the risk? Will she live happily ever after or once again, suffer the pain of a broken-heart??


6. 2.1 Guilt

  Yeah, maybe he's right. I did move on to the next stage. I finally accepted that we are over and that he is bot coming back. But damn, no one told me it would be harder.

  Here I am inside my room drinking cans of beers I found in the fridge. Maybe they're Clay's. Whatever.


  I quickly stood up and ran or should I say, stumbled to the door. I was very annoyed because I cant find the freaking knob!!!

  "The knob ran away!!" I shouted at whoever it was on the other side of the door.

  Then I felt the floor against my back.

  "The floor, it moved too." I said in between giggles.

  "Chelsea..." My brother softly called.

  Then the next thing I know is I was crying. Not the silent sobs but wailing.

  "Chelsea,, what's wrong?" He asked me. Then in a matter of seconds, I stood up and run up to him and hugged him tightly. "It's okay, honey. Everything will be fine."

  "Clay?" I started.


  "Call your hot male psychologist friend. I kinda need him...." I said in a slurry manner.

  He put me to bed and took out his phone. I heard him talking to someone, maybe that's Javier.

  "He's on his way. Just wait, okay?" Clay said. Then I sat up on my bed and hugged him again.

  He hugged me back while I was still sobbing. He was telling me that everything is gonna be okay. But will it be?

  After a few moments of waiting, the God of Gorgeousness finally graced us with his presence.

  "Hello there, gorgeous." I told him. "Want to be my boyfriend?"

  "You're drunk, aren't you?" Javier told me.

  "No no, just a little....tipsy." I said, still clinging on Clay for support.

  Javier then looked at the pile of empty beer cans on the floor.

  "How much did you drink?" He asked, obviously and genuinely concerned.

  "I don't know. I stopped counting at 12." I said. "But that's not why I called you. I need your help."

  "You're not helping yourself at all, Chelsea." Clay said.

  "Your brother is right." Javier said. He sighed. "Look, why don't you sleep first and get some rest then we talk."

  "Don't leave." I told him.

  "I won't. I'll stay."


  *Next Morning*

  I woke up with a heavy heavy headache. It hurts so bad. So so so bad.

  "Eat up." I looked up to see who it was and found Javier looking at me with a tray of food on his hands. He then put the tray on the side table.

  At first I was about to ask him why he's here but then I remembered the scene from last night.

  "Hey Javier." I called him.


  "Thanks." I said then I stood up and hugged him.

  "Your brother will kill me, Chels." He said but he hugged back.

  "Why?" I asked as I pulled out of the hug.

  "He thinks there's more to us than just friends. And he knows me well not to trust you with me." He explained.

  "But we're just like bestfriends." I said.

  "Well,, if you keep on being that adorable, I can't promise to be just your friend." He said. But I know it was a joke.

  I chuckled."Silly." I said then he chuckled too.

  "Now eat then we talk."

  After eating I motioned him to sit on the bed with me.

  "Spill." He said.

  I took a deep breath and then started. "What if it's my fault? What if he left me because I wasn't paying attention or because I didn't have time? Or maybe because I didn't give him what he wanted? Or maybe-"

  "Guilt." He said.

  "That's it? That's all it is? But what if-"

  "No what ifs. You didn't do anything wrong, you never ignored him, you payed attention." He said.

  "But what if-"

  "You have to stop blaming yourself for what happened. It was never your fault. You are beautiful and wonderful. Perfect."

  "But what if-"

  "No. No what ifs."

  "Will you just listen first?!" I said feeling frustrated.

  "Okay fine. What?"

  "For the past few months, I have been busy with work, I didn't have much time for him. We rarely see each other and we don't do the things we used to do before. What if that's the reason why he was unfaithful?" I said crying.

  "If it was you in his place , and him in yours, would you cheat? Just because he didn't have time for you, and because you don't do the things you used to do before would you cheat?" He asked me.

  "No. I loved him so much, I never thought of that." I answered in a whisper.

  "See? So that's no reason." He said straightly.

  "Is it just natural?" I asked him.


  "People who are in the stage of guilt, is this how they act like too? I mean, like me?" I asked in between sobs.

  "I've seen much worse."

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