Life Line {Ghost Luke}

Anniversary

an·ni·ver·sa·ry

ˌanəˈvərs(ə)rē/

noun

the date on which an event took place in a previous year.

Ever since Anastasia promised Luke that she would never leave or forget about him she felt some how closer to him. She noticed how their conversations got deeper sometimes. He would tell her stuff that he wouldn't dare tell someone else and she would too.

Luke just felt like he could really trust her now, not that he didn't before. He felt as if he could just really trust her with his feelings and emotions now.

Luke also tried to be nicer to Anastasia. He tried not to be so sarcastic and unnecessarily rude towards her. He didn't want to push her away like everyone else.

Luke sat in his room staring at the ceiling. He tried to get his mind off the date.

May12.

The day his sister died.

He noticed how he was the only one who would ever get upset around this time of year, the only one who gave two shits about her dying. He stood up and walked out the door into the hallway. He walked to a room, his sisters room. Luke always admired his sisters room, how neat but yet always decorative it was.

He would always think about going into her room, but never actually did. He knew going in her room would resort in him having a break down, and even by himself Luke hated crying. He thought it made him seem weak, vulnerable. If Luke ever cried in front of someone that meant he was very close with them. His sister was the only person who he'd ever cry in front of.

Then he remembered Ana. He remembered how he cried in front of her. Maybe thats why he felt so comfortable around her, she reminded him of his sister. He sighed and tried to open the door but he couldn't bring himself to do it. "Just do it." He told his self.

Luke sucked it up and just entered the room. It was so white and clean as always. He saw the packing boxes on the floor and memories flooded his mind.

"What are you doing?" Luke yelled. He saw his father putting his sisters stuff in the boxes. "Listen Luke, we all know Haley isn't going to last much longer. We might as well put this stuff in storage or try to give it away now." Luke watched in horror as he started putting Haley's art books in the boxes roughly. "Later there will be no point of keeping it." He stated bluntly. "We all knew she was going to die anyway."

"Put her shit down." Luke could feel the tears well up in his eyes. He could feel his ears turning red in anger.

Luke's dad looked up at him, appalled that his own son would speak to him that way.

"How dare you speak to me that way?" Luke dad was almost as angry as Luke.

"And how dare you just try to, to give away Haley's stuff like yesterdays trash!" Luke paced back and forth trying to make sense of the situation, trying his hardest not to beat the shit out of his father.

"We all know she's in bad shape, we all know she's not going to make it, but she's your daughter and you're not even showing the tiniest ounce of respect for her! It's like I'm the only one who cares about her." Luke couldn't stop the tears from spilling out of his eyes or the words from spilling out of his mouth.

Luke dad just watched as his son collapsed to the floor on his knees, he was a mess.

"She's my only friend, my best friend. And now i just have to watch her suffer, just.." Luke couldn't finish his sentence. It hurt too much to know that she was just going to die and that was it.