𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗶 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲

leave

"𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎."
-𝙴.𝙰. 𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚒

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Lukas is falling apart right in front of me, hot tears staining his trembling hands. I can feel his pain. I know exactly how horrible it is to lose a loved one and then have to pretend that you are okay.

He sits in front of me, with his shirt partially unbuttoned and his hands against his face like he's trying to shut the world out. I calmly restate the words that are flowing inside of my head.

Don't leave him. No matter how hard it gets.

I walk closer to him, careful not to step on any loose shards of glass. I place my jacket and purse on the side of his desk and I wrap my arms around the back of his muscular shoulders pulling him into a warm, tight embrace. "It's going to be okay, you're gonna get through this."

Lukas tenses at first, it seems he wants to lean in. But as soon as I think he wants it he shrugs me off of him. "I'm not fucking joking anymore. Get out." He turns backwards in his chair to face me and his blood shot eyes scan over the hurt expression on my face at his rejection.

Don't leave him. No matter how hard it gets.

I open my mouth to speak again. "I know it's not easy to let go. I know it just as much as you do but we have to press on. We can't just deteriorate and expect the world to stop because we're in pain." I take in a deep breath looking down at him, "That's just not how the world works." I back up a bit after I finish, noticing that our knees are almost touching.

Lukas sits processing my words. His blue eyes follow the contour of my face and after a while he replies, "What the hell do you know about how I feel?"

His mouth trembles, "You don't know how horrible I feel right now. How can you try to console me?" I can hear the aggravation in his voice despite his calm tone.

He goes on, "You're just a girl who's self-proclaimed herself a therapist even though she hasn't been through a single heartbreak in her life." he says. He zeroes in on my eyes, expecting me to back down, "You're just a girl who gets everything she wants, a little fucking girl that doesn't know shit about sacrifice." Lukas mumbles.

"Alright." I say, taking a deep breath. I won't argue with him. I know that he doesn't know the real me.

The eye is the deception of all things. The eye cannot see through what it plainly shows them. Yes, I do look put together. I look like I've had everything laid out for me on a silver platter. And I guess I did in some shape or form.

I've always had food on my table, and decent clothes on my back. But does any of that really matter, when you're scared to go home after school? Does any of that matter, when you're laying up all night wishing, even praying for change?

He doesn't know a single thing about me but here he sits, trying to size me up. Here he sits, thinking he has the right to walk all over me like I'm trash because he's grieving. "I won't argue with you. I have had a few heartbreaks. I'm not saying my pain will ever measure or equal up to yours- " he cuts me off.

"I never wanted any of this." he starts. "I never asked for the fame. I never wanted to be the CEO." he stops for a beat, "I never wanted a fucking assistant for the matter either."

"I am only here because my parents want me to be," he starts up again with his rant, "I'd be a hell of a lot happier if I was all alone." he ends.