How It Ends {l.h}

Chapter 23

Grace's POV

I woke up from my slumber as my stomach instantly churned as I remember what had happened the night before. I could feel myself smiling goofily as I lay in my bed. My eyebrow knitted in confusion since I remember sleeping in a car, against Luke. I shrugged it off, since I didn't really had to worry why I'm in my room. It's my room, it's safe.

I heard a groan from next to me making me confused once again. I just had told myself I was in my room safe but then I hear this groan which I had no idea who it was. I quickly got up but instantly lay down again with a huge groan from me. I was sore and it was probably because I really haven't done anything for at least half an year. I don't count. And also it was pretty hardcore.

"Sore?" I heard a groggily voice from the owner of the groan which apparently was Luke and I sighed with relief.

"Yeah?" I answer which turned out to be like a question more.

There was a short silence, which I hated so I quickly spoke up.

"Why are we in my room?"

"Sleeping in the car ain't good. I woke up and brought both of us up." Luke explains.

I nod and this time, slowly got up and made my way to the bathroom and quickly peed. Ha, I know. Considering this maybe-OCD thing just like Michael had, I washed my hands at least 3 times and got out.

"Holding your pee?" Luke asked with a chuckle.

"No." I reply with a laugh. "After sex, the one who has vagina, me, should go urine. Even though it's hours past."

Luke looked confused. I shrugged and let him be dumbfounded. I read in this textbook on how sex work which I didn't want to be but me, wanting to have at least a medical license. Yeah, I should study more.

I went back and sat next to him as he sat up on the bed with me too.

"I leave today." I said with a sigh.

"I know Grace, don't talk about it, please." Luke plead.

I feel myself getting emotional but I inhaled and exhaled several times to calm myself down.

"Don't talk." I quickly say as I started to climb up the memories I had with Luke.

"How did you know?"

I shrugged in response. Because there was really no answer. I just felt it and I have been always like this.

I remembered the time I got jealous, I remember the time Luke was sick as hell, I remember the time we went for a picnic, I remember the time we broke up once. And something in me clicked, and I laughed at it.

"What are you laughing at?" Luke asks.

"You know, ever since I met you, I've been much more emotional and crying a lot."

"I'm sorry?"

I just laughed and shrugged.

I thought about it. Was I either being me or not me when I was with Luke? The answer was I was being me, it's just having a serious relationship in so long made it like this. I am Grace, the girl who's a half punk rock, and half nerd plus 5 year old. I seem like a innocent girl, sometimes is but not always. I don't know if I have social anxiety but I'm a shy girl, I haven't been diagnosed but I probably had depression. Dirty past, but I want to make it a clean future.

Speaking of being a bit childish, I jumped up (which made me wince in pain) started chuckling uncontrollably and waddled to everyone's door banging on it and waking everyone up. In the end, my soreness was getting worse I curled up into a ball in the hall.