Luke's POV
I flew all the way from Japan to be here, and she half breaks up with me?
This was why I didn't date. Girls were crazy.
I don't even know what I did-I didn't do anything. Did I?
I came back because I loved her. And, I mean, sure, I was jealous. I was scared of losing her, so I came, and now by coming I might actually lose her.
I don't care. Or at least I had to keep telling myself that.
I remember when the tables were turned. I used to not want to date someone who lived in New York, I almost let her slip away before, but I realized that it didn't matter. I would spend my whole life away from her if it meant I could spend just five minutes with her.
She was worth it.
But evidently, I was not worth it. Not to her, and that hurt. I wouldn't care if this had happened with anyone else-but it was her, and it was her making my heart ache, which sounded cheesy and stupid as fuck. Did she feel like that right now?
No. Probably not.
At least, not yet.
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super short chapter so I'll double update cx sorry
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