mICHAEL Gordon CLiFFoRd has BLUE HAIR I LOVE IT IM STILL NOT OVER IT YAS
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Lydia had forgotten her jacket at Luke's house. He stopped dead in his tracks, realizing what he was seeing. Lydia with Michael. His Lydia, not Michael's. He turned around and sprinted back to the house.
She didn't really love him, did she? Lydia loved Michael. She just led him on. Luke felt like an idiot. How could he have believed her? She could never love the person that hurt her the most. Luke's heart snapped in half.
He ran into the bathroom and grabbed his blade again. This time making huge gashes up and down his arms. If the only thing he cared about didn't care about him, what did he have to live for? 'Nothing' he told himself.
The darkness closed in on him. He felt nothing and it was everything he needed right then. He needed away from them.
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Lydia finally pulled away feeling horrible. She felt absolutely nothing when she kissed Michael. Luke made her feel alive while Michael made her feel awkward.
Even if Luke hated her, she still loved him. She needed to make sure that he didn't love her. She needed to see him one last time.
She sprinted into Luke's house. She yelled for him, but received no answer. She finally came to the bathroom. She opened the door slowly. And screamed.
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Breaking point//L.H.
FanfictionHonestly, there could be a million things "wrong" with you, but I think I'd still fall in love with you.
