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Chapter 14 - cute Luke

I'm sorry I lied, here's a bit more crying

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The dark haired boy with those brown eyes were still seated on the same step in the bus as earlier. He wasn't crying anymore, but his face was still stained with tears glinting in the sunlight that softly let it's rays over his tensed up body. His hair was a mess and his eyes were still slightly red from all the tears that had been earlier. Now all he was doing was to sit there, thinking back to her and the very little time he had gotten to spend with her. He wanted her back there with him so much that it hurt. His heart was aching, hoping that she might return. That she might not be gone forever, but his mind told him otherwise. Even thought it was secretly begging for her return as well.

He was left alone by the bus now. His friends had told the bus driver that Calum needed to be alone, and then the three boys had gone into town to get themselves something to eat. They had asked Calum to come with as well, but he had refused to go anywhere. Hoping that maybe if he stayed there it would be a greater chance of her coming back to him. Even though he knew it wasn't true. Now matter how long he sat there it wouldn't make her return, but that didn't stop him from hoping so.

He had never thought anything could hurt as much as this did. He had understood that heartbreak was terrible, but he truly had no idea it could be as bad as he felt. The worst part was it was a mental pain, he couldn't make it stop in any way. Well, there was ways to make it feel better for a little while, but he knew that even thought they'd help for a bit it would just become much worse afterwards.

So therefore all he could do was sit there, with a frown on his face staring out into the distance. Just thinking about her, his mind filled with every thought about her that possibly was. He remembered the way he had woken up the same morning, with her so close. Her hand had been touching his jaw and his hands had been around her waist. She had been so close and now she was gone. The worst of it all was that he could do nothing about it, that broke him. He felt as though a huge part of him was missing and if it didn't return he would forever be dis functioning. He also felt so helpless, because there was nothing he or anyone else could do. Except for her.

The worst part was that he hadn't even gotten to kiss her, he hadn't even had the chance to do any of the things he wanted to do with her. He wanted to take her with him and show her places, and he wanted to be able to tell her that he loved her. That he truly could not live without her, but now he might have to. He didn't even understand why she meant that much to him, because he had known her for so little time. Yet she did, she meant the world to him, and he would never be able to tell her that.

Calum couldn't help it, he let out another sob before hugging himself. Wrapping his arms around his own body, like trying to somehow push the broken parts of his heart back together before they managed to escape his chest. He wasn't crying, just trying his best to keep breathing while trying to stop the broken pieces to fall out and spread so that no one could ever find them all again. He already knew they wouldn't all be found again as one of them was with the girl that has left. The biggest part of his heart was clinging onto her not wanting to let go, and when it did it would be so far away Calum wouldn't ever get it back. It would lay somewhere far away silently aching over the girl he had lost, waiting for someone to come find it, but no one ever would.

When Calum finally let go of his own shoulders enough to breathe he discovered the three other boys from his band coming towards him. Both Michael and Ashton gave him a pat on the back as they passed, and Ashton's hand lingered on his shoulder just a little longer. Then Luke who was left sat down on the step that the other two had sat on earlier. What Calum didn't notice about Luke was the piece of missing clothing that he had been wearing earlier when he left for breakfast. The piece of clothing that was in the moment hanging around Piper's shoulders while she was still locked up in that bathroom trying to figure out what to do.