New York is the place that never sleeps. Especially for luke a boy drowning in grief and boxing. Meets a broken girl who's trying to fix herself as well.
Boxer luke 🫶
WAGWAN this week has been like the worst week of my life 😍😍. First my horse got like ill so I was crying about that then I found out my friend was chatting shit about me to my boyfriend. So I was crying about that. UHHHH I cried about something else can't remember tho. Then my boyfriend broke up with me and sent me a snap of him and my best friend together smiling LIKE TFFF U SNAKEY BITCH. So I didn't go to school for like the rest of the week because I'm like mentally unstable🌚🌚. _____________________________
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Fourth of July ~ Sufjan Stevens "Did you get enough love, my little dove?, Why do you cry?, I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best, Though it never felt right"
I bit my lip, the metallic taste of blood tingled on my tongue. Was I really prepared to hear Lukes point of view/answer, as to why he said what he said. At the end of the day the damage was done. But can you really blame everything on past trauma. I could be really hurting luke right now by kissing his best friend. Well his best friend kissing me but still.
"Are you sure you'll be warm enough" his soft voice spoke, the clicking of a noise signalled he had unlocked the balcony door. Bracing himself for the splash of cold air to him.
"I'll be fine" I replied following him out of the door, letting a strong gust of wind hit me causing goose bumps to form on my arms.
Now that I look at luke, He didn't look happy. His eyes didn't shine the way they should. His lips always formed into a pout. His Eyebrows furrowed together.
He slouched forward on the black metal railing staring out into the city. He sighed before lighting one of many cigarettes from the packet that lay on the railing.
"I know what I said was wrong. I'm such an idiot I don't know why I said it, I'm sorry" he apologised avoiding eye contact, bringing the cigarette up to his lips
"I'm glad you realised that now" I rolled my eyes, sitting down on the wooden bench that rest against the brick wall
"I do truly. I just kinda I don't know why I said it, to stop myself from getting hurt I guess" he shrugged blowing smoke from his lips
Luke was confusing. That was one way to describe him. He was like a massive puzzle that took hours to solve. The ones with 1000 pieces that sold for 50 dollars. The more I got to know him. The more I realised the boy was scared. Which is funny since he's a boxer, boxers normally have the stereotype of being aggressive and never scared.
"What are you scared of luke" this was it. The truth. Talking out your problems always made things better. Communication was key.
"Falling in love again. Liking someone. You've changed me Effie, for the better. Since I met you which was over 6 months ago I haven't hooked up with anyone." He admitted the ash falling down onto the streets below
