There was something I hated so much about Luke's death. We never got a goodbye-- well, not a proper one. See, his last day with me was spent at a park. It was covered in flowers and so many beautiful and happy faces. Things seemed so normal because we were happy and recently, that's all we were. I was so excited to get home because we'd been told the adoption papers had gotten in. We were adopting a little girl named Sammantha (I insisted we called her Sammy when we she was officially ours). She was five and the most adorable child I'd ever seen with her natural red hair and hazel eyes.
We were walking home that night. The stars were out as if they were lighting a path for us. "I love you," he smiled hugging me tightly. That was our goodbye. Our improper good bye. That was when a man pulled out a gun and put it to Luke's head. He'd asked for my wallet, but i couldn't see through the tears in my eyes. And then it happened. Luke was dead, lying in front of me. He was pale and his blue eyes were almost drained of their beauty. I didn't even see the mugger leave. I was so fixed on trying to tell myself Luke will be okay (when i knew he was far gone) that I didn't see him run.
My goodbye from Luke was an "I love you." Despite it's improper form and the quickness of it, I wouldn't trade that goodbye.
Luke had been my home, but not any regular home - a mansion. He had several emotions like a mansion has several rooms. I'd always get lost and not know where to go, but Luke would open a door to guide me. Like a mansion, there was beauty everywhere with Luke. In every emotion there was something that made me love him more.
Luke was my home and like most people, we have to say goodbye to homes sometimes before we find our permanent one. Maybe this was just a sign that I was just a guest in the home of Luke, but I know someday I'll find a new home-- a new person. Maybe I'll love that person as much as I loved Luke, if not more.
This is my final goodbye to Luke. I love him. I always will, but it's time to stop mourning it's been a couple of years. It's time to be happy again. It's time to find a new home.
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I partially like this one but not really
