I woke up in the place we started
Your clothes on the floor in that old apartment .
Squinting at the bright sunshine that fell on his face, Luke woke up. His legs were tangled in the baby blue sheets and his torso was bare. The curtains of the bed room, in the old apartment that Luke shared with Elaine were drawn opened, the sunlight illuminating through them.Clothes were scattered in the room, two drawers on the extreme left hand-side were half-open.the door was closed and the carpet that was sprawled near the bed was curled and thrown near the coffee-table. Stretching his limbs, he lazily pushed himself up with his elbows and rubbed his weary eyes
"El-" he was about to call when he remembered the events of the previous night. him coming home drunk, the harsh words and the blurry images in his mind of an angry Elaine. He knew he had fucked up big this time. And the worst part, most of last night was blurry in his mind. Deep inside he always regretted it, the late night parties, the alcoholic drinks, but at the end of the day he was just playing his part as the lead singer of a big band, and somehow always ended up at these events. Its not that he did not think about how all these things must have been affecting Elle, he did. But every time he did he would feel guilty. Guilty for not being good enough for her, he would think that she was better off without him. But that is when his selfish part kicked in, he could not even imagine himself without her. he knew he hurt her, he knew he was not good enough, but in spite of these things he could not let her go. he was selfish,he very well knew that. But he just...couldn't.
He got out of the bed, his plain navy blue boxers were the only thing that attired him. his hair was tousled and his shoulders were slouched. He walked down the flight of stairs that led to the living room of their house, walking down he couldn't help but feel remorse for making Elle sleep on the couch. As he reached down, he had mentally prepared an apology for her. He made his way to the kitchen expecting Elle to be there except he got something startling. There was no one, no sign of her except a note on the black-marble kitchen counter.
have a great hangover and hopefully get your fucking mind back.
p.s don't call me
p.s.s don't irritate my friends p.s.s.s bring the Luke I loved back
Elaine.
And this time he grasped, he truly fucked up.Big time. He read the note and hell was he having a hangover. He felt nauseous and his head felt like someone was hitting it with a bloody hammer. But, all he could care right now was Elle and Elle alone. He was having having a hangover and got his fucking mind back back. But, he just could not let the first two post-scripts be done. How could he not call her or her friends to know about her?
He fucking loved her!
Even though in the recent past he did not have the best way to show it, he will now. That is when he decided. He would mend the things e did. He will fix the broken pieces.
He would bring the Luke Elaine had fallen for back.
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