Meet Me Half Way

Chapter 15

What is love? Love is a myth. Love is a lie. Love is nothing but a fairytale that gives kids false hope about finding their prince or princess. Love is nothing but chocolates and teddy bears that large corporations use to obtain a profit. Why would someone want to fall in love to get their heart broken months or years later? Why would someone want to fall in love to find out the "love of my life" is cheating? Why would someone want to fall in love just for their significant other to leave because they found someone better? I have one answer, love is an illusion.

"That sun looks like a rock," Luke snickered.

We were sitting in the library again, our usual hangout spot now. We are slowly doing less and less homework and more and more talking.

I glared at him, "You look like a rock."

He smiled at me as he pulled my paper to him. His smile was uneven, but it was the most beautiful thing I'd seen. His jawline fit the smile nicely; he was naturally beautiful, and he didn't even have to try.

"See, you have to let the pencil do its job. No need to tell the pencil what to do. Just let it guide you. Let it own the paper." Luke said as he moved his hand across the paper. He was gripping the pencil so lightly that it was almost like the pencil wasn't touching the paper at all.

"See," he said as he slid the paper across the table.

I examined the sun. It was like it had multiple layers like you could see the core. It even looked 3D.

"Luke, how do you do this?" I whispered in amazement.

He smiled as he pulled a paper out of his book bag.

"Here, I made this for you," Luke said as he handed me the paper.

It was a rose. An elegant and beautiful rose. Something I'd see in an art exhibit. He even colored it red, with a light green stem. The rose had many layers. They were all equal, and not one petal was smaller or more significant than the next.

I felt like I could cry. No one had ever made me something before.

I looked up at Luke. To my surprise, he looked kind of nervous. His smile was strained, and his eyes were tense.

"Luke, I love it."

His face seemed to relax once I said that. It's crazy to me how talented people are. How could someone draw something so quickly?

He grinned as he admired the drawing, "I spent a long time on it. I wanted to make sure I got every detail perfect."

"It does mean a lot. I'll keep it for as long as I possibly can."

He laughed as he ran his fingers through his hair. The darkness of his hair sparkled in the sunlight shadowing him.

I glanced at the time and winced. I was supposed to meet Spencer and his friends soon.

"Hey, I have to go. I'll meet you here tomorrow," I said as I started to pack up my things.

He cleared his throat and stood up, too, "What plans do you have?"

I chuckled as I slung my backpack over my shoulder.

I looked up at Luke; his eyes were curious yet hesitant. He had his hands in his pockets and moved closer to me. This could be my chance to tell him everything. He was so close to me, so close.

I looked down at the ground, "I'm supposed to meet Spencer. He wants me to meet some of the team."

I looked up at Luke. His face twisted in confusion, and just for a second, I thought I saw sadness cross his eyes, but it was gone before I even blinked.