it is my second week of work and school. Work has been simple so far. staple this, mail that-- easy stuff. i even got to listen in on some of the conversations my boss had with his mistress. luckily, his wife hasn't found out because the things that they say... she just wouldn't deal with it well.
it was a wonderful job and i felt bad for it. luke didn't get the job he really wanted. we didn't bring it up after the call telling him "i'm sorry to inform you, but you didn't get the job." we just ignored it because i know how bad he wanted it and that must have hurt like hell.
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i got home at two in the afternoon. my work days were suprisingly short which only made me love my job more.
i turned the nob to the hotel room about to say "honey, i'm home" jokingly, but when i opened the door i saw luke crying. his face was blotchy and red. he'd obviously been crying for an hour or so.
"awe, baby, what's wrong?" i said dropping everything and running over to him. "my mom..." he trailed off, as if he couldn't finish his sentence. "luke, what happened?" i asked taking him into my arms. "she's sick." he looked at me with sad eyes.
"we shouldn't have moved here." he buried his face in his hands and continued crying. "don't say that," i said moving across from him, "you'll love it here luke. just give it some time." he kept his head down and continued to talk."michael, it sucks here! i can't get a job, school already has me upset, and i can't visit my fücking mom while she's in the hospital."
i didn't know what to say. i didn't want lukes mom to die. she is an absolutely sweet woman. i love her so much and i think i'd be able to bare it a much as luke would.
so, we sat there together, crying. we didn't talk. it was weirdly calming. maybe it was because of the silence. maybe it was something else.
"i love you michael. thank you for trying to help. you keep me sane." he looked at me again. his eyes were less red as was his face. "i'd like to disagree because you keep me sane and i love you to."
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the night went by slowly. it was filled with tears and numerous "i love you's." we'd finally gone to sleep at around 11 at night.
he was so calm the next morning. he wasn't crying anymore. he'd put on a fake smile and tried to ignore that his mom was in the hospital. i knew the look because i used to do it.
"luke, can i ask you something?" he looked at me and nodded. "why don't you just fly back to your mom?" his fake smile dropped quickly. "because, we don't have the money." he said grabbing a cup of coffee. "i do." i shrugged. "we're saving up, remember?" i sighed and walked over to grab a cup of coffee as well. "luke, it's okay. you need to see your mom. i'll just work while you're gone. it's okay."
"please luke." i placed my had on his shoulder, but he snatched it away. "i said no." he then stormed out the room and when i got into the hallway, he'd already disappeared.
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did you know that in the beginning of Twenty One Pilots "Tear In My Heart" video, the say "hi" in korean?
i am playing softball and i have purple hair dye. random facts.
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