How It Ends {l.h}

Chapter 14

Luke's POV

The thing was, you never notice that you love a person until you actually loose them, and miss them. And by meaning love, I mean love. Not 'like'. LOVE. Also the fact that you don't know how much you care for that person until that person is hurt. Right, Grace was sad when her parents died but as I started liking her more, I started caring about her more. Now, she was depressed, either Calum or Michael staying with her and Ashton, literally questioning me as if I was a person locked up in jail. Oh right, it's been three days since they came by, three days from the fight/break up, three days from when Grace started locking herself in her room, without doing anything. Sometimes Calum and Claire might hang out, same with Anna and Michael but we all were scared of what Grace would do and I was feeling guilty as fuck. I actually am guilty.

"Luke, TALK. You haven't said anything for these past days." Ashton says, annoyed.

"I have." I mumble quietly.

"Right, like only 5 word each day." He growls.

And I just shrug. I wanted to check on Grace, but from what I have been hearing from Grace's room, I don't think I should. Right, I shouldn't be outside a person's door and listening to what they are doing. That is a wrong thing, but I needed to have some updates. Claire was quite frustrated with me, and Anna also was but Anna had been talking to me, but not as much as we did before.

I really wanted to get back together with Grace. I really wanted to, I had even broke a friendship between Niomi. But it wasn't as hard to get over the break up between Grace. No, you can't even compare it. All I felt was guilty and how stupid I was. I was the stupid one, I was the asshole but Grace had thought she was the bad one. Now she had locked herself up. I just wanted to apologize to her, but I know she still wanted to have some space. I still wanted her to know how much I cared so I decided to write a letter.

I silently walk towards the desk I have in my room and pick up a pen and a paper.

I think for awhile and then start writing some words.

Hey Grace.
I think you wouldn't even want to talk to me anymore, or at least not yet. (This is a really bad habit, you know but...) I heard how whenever you see me, you think of your parents and etc. It's not like I don't like that. I'm fine with that....I think but anyways, I'm guessing how you really don't want to see me, or even read this letter but I just wanted you to know something. I care for you a lot Grace, a lot. And I swear I didn't mean to cheat on you, it's not like I wanted to. I'm sorry this is just some stupid excuse but please know that I would never want to cheat on you. You've been away from my sight for three days, and it's quite hard. It's even harder from the day we were still together and I needed to leave for this tour, because all I feel is guilty. Right now, this second, I feel guilty. I love you Grace, not like, love, and seeing you like this, because of me makes my heart ache. You're not bad, I was the bad one here. So please don't push yourself, please don't. I'm going to be totally honest. I want to get back together, and that's all I want. I want you back in my arms and cuddle. Yeah we might be quite different in a way and we might not like the same things (though we have lots in common haha) but I love the way you are. I just love everything about you. And at this right moment, you're in your room, sad, without me, because of me, and that's why I feel guilty. I'm the bad one who kissed a girl when I had the most amazing girlfriend. I regret it a lot, you don't know how much. You can't say I'm blabbering because I'm writing but I guess I am. I am literally spitting everything out of my head, on this paper. To well, sum these up, all I wanted to say is that, I love you Grace and I care about you a lot. I'm guessing you're sad and depressed and it's all because of me, and I feel really guilty. I just don't want you to be sad and depressing, I want your smile and your laugh again. I want you in front of me again. Grace, please don't do anything and please come talk to me again. I am so so so sorry, and please forgive me. Sorry this is one crappy letter but it's what I want you to know.
Love, Luke.

I fold it twice and go over to Ashton.

"Can you give this to Grace?" I ask him as I hand him the letter.

He nods and takes the letter. He soon comes back and sits next to me.

"What did you write?" He asks.

Grace's POV

I was currently with Michael and Calum in my room. My eyes were red bloodshot but tears came running down. Ashton comes in and hands me a letter.

"It's from Luke." He says and I take the letter nervously.

Hey Grace.
I think you wouldn't even want to talk to me anymore, or at least not yet. (This is a really bad habit, you know but...) I heard how whenever you see me, you think of your parents and etc. It's not like I don't like that. I'm fine with that....I think but anyways, I'm guessing how you really don't want to see me, or even read this letter but I just wanted you to know something. I care for you a lot Grace, a lot. And I swear I didn't mean to cheat on you, it's not like I wanted to. I'm sorry this is just some stupid excuse but please know that I would never want to cheat on you. You've been away from my sight for three days, and it's quite hard. It's even harder from the day we were still together and I needed to leave for this tour, because all I feel is guilty. Right now, this second, I feel guilty. I love you Grace, not like, love, and seeing you like this, because of me makes my heart ache. You're not bad, I was the bad one here. So please don't push yourself, please don't. I'm going to be totally honest. I want to get back together, and that's all I want. I want you back in my arms and cuddle. Yeah we might be quite different in a way and we might not like the same things (though we have lots in common haha) but I love the way you are. I just love everything about you. And at this right moment, you're in your room, sad, without me, because of me, and that's why I feel guilty. I'm the bad one who kissed a girl when I had the most amazing girlfriend. I regret it a lot, you don't know how much. You can't say I'm blabbering because I'm writing but I guess I am. I am literally spitting everything out of my head, on this paper. To well, sum these up, all I wanted to say is that, I love you Grace and I care about you a lot. I'm guessing you're sad and depressed and it's all because of me, and I feel really guilty. I just don't want you to be sad and depressing, I want your smile and your laugh again. I want you in front of me again. Grace, please don't do anything and please come talk to me again. I am so so so sorry, and please forgive me. Sorry this is one crappy letter but it's what I want you to know.
Love, Luke.

I miss him.

He cares about me.

He loves me.

He apologized.

I care about him.

I miss him.

I love him.
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This is quite short but hehe.