His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 239: Giving Him A Chance To Move On

Chapter 239- Giving Him A Chance To Move On

Logan’s POV

The moment those words left my mouth. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Tyler’s pupils widened like he’d just been slapped across the face. Like he wasn’t expecting me to say that.

"Really? Is that how you treat someone you call your roommate?" he asked, his voice a mix of disbelief and pain. "I said we should be strangers, but not this kind of stranger."

He stood there, staring at me like I had just broken something inside him.

But did he really not get it?

I looked away from him. Back at the spot I had been staring at. It was easier than looking into his eyes.

Because if I did, I might scream. Or cry. Or both.

Does this guy even care how other people feel?

I couldn’t help but wonder. Because how can someone act so... cold after what he did? How could he pretend like it didn’t matter? That night meant nothing to him?

God, it disgusted me. That kind of attitude—the ability to be so careless with someone’s heart—it was disgusting.

I clenched my jaw. I still didn’t say anything.

"Logan... why aren’t you saying anything?" he asked, his voice soft and confused.

That was it. That was the final straw.

"Please. Get out," I said, my voice cold.

He flinched.

He just stood there, stunned. Like he couldn’t believe I actually said it. But I didn’t care anymore.

Get out.

He stayed there for almost a full minute, just looking at me. Waiting for me to change my mind, maybe. Or hoping I’d explain.

But I didn’t.

I kept my eyes away. My lips sealed.

Finally, he shook his head like he couldn’t believe what was happening... and then he turned and walked away.

I watched him go. Step by step. Back to wherever he came from.

I didn’t move until I was sure—absolutely sure—that he wasn’t coming back.

And that’s when it happened.

I broke.

The tears came rushing out of me like a flood.

I covered my face with both hands, trying to hide it from the world—even though I was alone.

I had to leave. I had to leave that room because if I stayed there one more night, sleeping next to the person I would never have... I was going to lose my mind.

It was killing me inside.

Why does it hurt this much?

Why does it always have to be me?

Why am I always the one who feels too deeply?

The one who gets left behind?

I placed my hand on my chest, hoping maybe, just maybe, it would stop the pain. Like pressing down on it would make the aching disappear.

But it didn’t.

It only got worse.

I wiped my tears, again and again, but the more I wiped, the harder they fell. Like my tears were fighting back, refusing to be silenced.

"Why won’t this stop?" I whispered, my voice breaking as I cried harder. "Why... why... why..."

I curled forward, face in my hands, my whole body shaking as the pain rolled through me. It felt like my chest was ripping open.

I didn’t even realize my phone was ringing until the sound cut through the silence.

I didn’t want to pick it up.

I didn’t have the strength.

But I looked at the screen anyway... and when I saw who it was.

Dad.

I wiped my face quickly. He couldn’t hear me like this again. Not after last night. He practically begged me for an hour to stop crying.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to sound okay as I answered.

"Hello, Dad," I said, my voice shaky but trying to be cheerful.

"My beloved son," his deep voice came through. "How are you doing?"

"I’m okay," I replied, but the way I stammered gave me away.

There was a pause.

"Wait a minute, Logan," he said, his voice suddenly serious. "Please tell me you’re not crying again. Please tell me you stopped since yesterday."

I nodded instinctively, like he could see me. Like that would somehow make it true.

"Remember what you promised me?" he said, his voice soft now. "You said you weren’t going to cry anymore, remember?"

And just like that, it shattered me.

The second he said those words, the tears started again.

"Yes, Dad... yes, I promised you..." I whispered. "But I... I can’t stop it."

My voice cracked, and the sobs broke through like a dam had collapsed inside me.

"It hurts, Dad. It—hurts. It feels like—like... like someone stabbed my heart, Dad. I can’t breathe. It hurts so much. Please... please make it stop."

"Logan, take a deep breath now," Dad urged me gently through the phone.

I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me, and tried to breathe in... but it felt like my chest was on fire. My breathing came out in small hiccups, choked by the endless tears that refused to stop falling. My throat was sore, my head was pounding, and my whole body felt weak. I was trying... really, I was. But I couldn’t control it.

"You’re going to be okay, Logan," Dad said, his voice soft and firm. "You’re strong. You’re stronger than this. You’re stronger than all of this. Don’t let anything weigh you down. I gave birth to a fighter. I know the son I raised. My son is a warrior. My son overcomes storms."

He paused, then added with a gentleness that only made the ache in my chest worse, "Stop crying, my beloved son. You are stronger than this. You’re much stronger."

His words... they were like warm hands trying to gather the broken pieces of my heart. They were the kind of words that could make anyone stop crying.

But not me.

Because my heart was shattered. And even his words couldn’t stop the ache inside me. Instead of calming down, I cried harder.

God, I didn’t want to. I didn’t want him to hear me this way. I knew he’d be scared—he might think I’d do something to hurt myself. And to be honest, that thought had crossed my mind.

I didn’t want to scare him more.

So I forced myself to stop. Or at least pretend to stop.

I sniffled hard and wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. "Dad, I’m okay now," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I promise I’m not going to cry again."

There was silence for a few seconds.

Then his voice came back, worried and low, "Logan... are you sure you’re not just saying that to make me end the call? Are you sure you’re really okay? Please, tell me the truth. I don’t want the words—I want the meaning. I need to hear that you mean it."

I swallowed hard.

That’s the thing. I didn’t mean it.

I wasn’t okay.

The only thing on my mind was how badly I wanted to disappear. I wanted to leave this pain, this heartbreak, this entire damn world behind. But I couldn’t tell him that.

.

I forced another deep breath. "I promise, Dad," I said. "I was crying because I felt heartbroken. But now I’m okay. I’ve cried enough. I don’t want to cry over someone who didn’t see my worth."

I paused, wiping my eyes again.

"I know I’m someone’s ideal man, Dad. I know someone out there is praying to end up with someone like me. So I’m done crying. Tyler didn’t see what he had. But someone else will."

Dad was quiet for a moment, then said gently, "Okay, Logan."

That’s when I knew I had to end the call. If I stayed on the line any longer, I’d break again.

I quickly hung up.

And the moment the line disconnected...

I collapsed into another wave of tears.

I cried harder than I did before.

I curled up on the bench, hugging myself like that could keep the pain inside.

I didn’t even hear footsteps until a voice spoke behind me.

"I knew it," the voice said softly. "I knew you weren’t going to stop crying. But I understand... you just had to say it for my sake."

My heart dropped.

I turned slowly, wiping my soaked face, and there he was.

My father.

Standing right in front of me.

"Dad?" I gasped, completely frozen. "What... what are you doing here?"

He didn’t answer immediately. He walked up to me and sat beside me. His face was calm but filled with sadness.

"You don’t have to hide your tears, Logan," he said gently. "I can see it all. And I’m so sorry."

He placed a firm hand on my shoulder. "I’m not going to let you get hurt any further."

"What... what are you saying, Dad?" I asked, confused and shaky.

He reached into his bag and pulled out a small brown envelope. My hands were shaking when he passed it to me.

"Your passport and visa are ready," he said.

My eyes widened as I looked at him in shock.

"You’re leaving this country tonight, Logan," he continued. "You’re not coming back. Not until you’re healed. Not until you’ve found peace. Not until you’ve remembered who you are."

"You don’t need to stay in a place that hurts you," he whispered. "Sometimes, the only way to heal... is to walk away."