(Mae's pov)
It's been 7 months, 3 days without Luke. 216 days of being alone.
Luke was my first. My first love. My first kiss. My first heartbreak. He was so perfect, his sharp jawline, his green eyes, everything about his was too good to be true, to good to be mine. Luke was always known as a player, but some how I thought he actually liked me. Funny huh? How stupid of me to think a guy actually liked me. I was played by him like everyone told me he would. But the feeling of being cared for felt so good. I was happy for once.
