It had felt like weeks since I last saw Luke, no more like months. When he left for tour, at first I thought I could handle it. But as the time went on and he was posting more and talking to me less, I had this gut feeling that he was losing interest in more, or worse, cheating. I didn't feel as if there was a point to keep our relationship going, I barely spoke to him and it was killing me not to see him. So I ended it. One simple message. It's funny how the start of something can be so gradual and the ending can just go splat, like a water balloon hitting a concrete wall.
I even managed to ignore the calls and texts I got after I sent the message. For days and weeks, much like the ones I spent still in a relationship without him there, he would call me a few times a day, leave me a voicemail or two and send me multiple text messages. I did feel remorse after ending things so quickly, but what was I supposed to do? I was given the short end of a stick.
It wasn't like we were really that serious anyway. Before he went on tour, yeah we saw each other often, but we weren't living together or anything. I certainly didn't tell him I loved him. I wouldn't dare let those words leave my lips until I knew what we had was certain, and certainty in our relationship was something unknown.
Now I knew it had been months since I've spoken to him, but that didn't stop me from thinking about him. Often times I just thought about what he would be doing and if he ever thought of me. How could I not? Especially at first when all he did was try to reach me. Then again, I remembered he was probably relieved he didn't have to think of me after I broke things off.
When I woke up that Friday morning, I didn't expect to have to get up and open the door. Friday's are my only day to sleep in and I didn't like it when someone would interrupt that. There were a few unhappy pounds at the door, making me hurry even more then I wanted to.
"Listen, I don't know what you're playing at, but you're disturbing some nice dreaming." My voice trailed off into a slow whisper when I opened the white paneled door. Something told me I should have looked in the peep-whole first.
"Good morning to you too." Luke grinned, arm resting comfortably on the door frame.
My eyes went wide, mouth agape in pure shock. "What are you doing here?" I spat.
"We" He pointed between the two of us, his hand crossing the threshold that was my sanctuary, "need to talk. You can't just text me 'we're over' like its middle school and not expect me to wonder why the hell why." I should have seen this coming and I cursed at myself for not lying to him and telling him that I moved half way across the world—avoiding all the blame for what happened between us.
"But I don't want to talk about it." I told him flatly, slowly beginning to close the door, but his foot caught the bottom of it which forced it to halt.
"Well we're going to. I deserve and explanation." He was so sure with his answer he walked straight through my invisible barrier that I made, making me realize my invisible sign that read "Luke go away" was just that, invisible.
I watched, still shocked, as he made himself right at home like he would do before he left.
"What do you think you're doing? You lost the right to act like this the moment-"
"The moment what? The moment you decided that we were nothing. The moment you decided to just end things between us when I was crazy for you? What you did was unfair Y/N. It was like I didn't even know you anymore." Luke accused, rubbing his face out of frustration. I could see the wearied tired look on his face. He looked like he just came off a plane and rushed over here. I would hate to think it was all for me.
I shook my head at him, "Luke you don't realize what it was like for me here when you left. You were gone, I couldn't talk to you, and I couldn't see you. I was stuck." I paused for a moment, sucking in a deep breath, "Besides. It wasn't like we were even that serious anyway." I quickly shooed away the thought. Right now I would do anything to make him leave. He wasn't supposed to be here. He didn't belong here with me.
