The Only Reason // Luke Hemmings a. u. // #Wattys2015

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Luke Hemmings could never get a good sleep at night knowing that Kasey, was probably watching The Hunger Games without him. That she was alone in her room, writing stories in her oversized tee shirt and messy bun. That she was crying, legs crossed, on her bed, blowing her nose and surrounding herself with tissues. That she was hating herself for driving him away, when in reality, that wasn't the case.

And he knew her too well. He spotted sadness in her scared glanced his way that she thought he never saw. He saw the small doodles in her book, letters, that had his name in bubble letters that made his heart flutter knowing he taught her how to write those.

He remembered catching fireflies in jars and setting them free.

He remembered the 3 a. m. calls in which she was too sad to even say hello, and so the two sat, listening to each other's silence.

He remembered the Chinese take - out they had every Friday.

He knew she was alone somewhere, crying over the death of Primrose Everdeen and Finnick Odair.

But he didn't know, that she was wishing to the stars, that maybe there was a good explanation for this. For the whole mess that they called a friendship. For the silent stares and glances sent each other's way.

There was a reason, for all this. A reason that he couldn't let Kasey know.

And that reason could be the only reason.

"When I close my eyes and try to sleep, I fall apart, I find it hard to breathe." Luke whispered into the air, hoping that maybe, Kasey would hear it, somehow, and for the one - hundred - twenty - fifth - day, he fell apart, trying to sleep a bit.