Lukes POV
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I study myself hard in the mirror. My blue eyes are hooded with darkness, blonde hair styled off my face. I bite down on my lip ring. Surely this isn't me. Where's the me I used to know?
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Sunday nights are the worst. I'm lying on my bed, all splayed out with my guitar in one hand, phone in the other. Robyn. Her name, again and again. Robyn. She's all I have been thinking about since Friday. Friday, the day I met her. The day everything changed.
