• Luke• 9:43pm
I didn't know what to do. I had been ignoring her calls all day and I already felt bad. I know we're not in a real relationship but what we have feels real. To me at least. How am I supposed so just not talk to her? I need to talk to her. I'm going over.
I put on a shirt and decided to walk over. I didn't even know what I was going to say. I walked into her house and slowly walked up the stairs. I opened her door to see a sight that made me feel like jumping off of a bridge. It was her and some guy in bed. "Luke!" she said getting up from the bed with a blanket wrapped around her. I turned around and ran down the stairs and she caught me before I walked out "Luke I'm sorry! Please" she said "what the fuck are you doing to me Cassie" I said and slammed her door.
•Cassie• 11:48pm
What was I doing? who was I becoming? who am I? where did I go wrong? Why did I hurt Luke? I was feeling lonely and I don't know how to occupy that feeling. Luke knew how but I think he's done with me. I've caused him so much pain in so little time. Why am I like this?
One for me being a fuck up
two for me being mean
three for making things worse
four for hurting luke
five for being blue
six seven and eight just to suffice. Time to clean up.
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Streaker || Luke Hemmings
Teen FictionLet me tell you the story of the streaker ; the girl next door ; the girl I fell in love with . Let me tell you our ups and downs, the story of how much she meant, how she came and how she went . || it's more of a dark edgy story & told in Luke's p...
