To Fix Yesterday | l.h.

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"Luke, please tell me where we're going," I whined.

"No, it's a surprise." He squeezed my hand which was engulfed in his.

"I don't like surprises," I grumbled.

He chuckled and turned me around, making me face the wall of the elevator. Before I could object, he said, "I don't want you to see which button I'm pressing...ok, you can turn back around now."

I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest, glaring at him. "I don't like this, Luke. I want to know where we're going."

He rolled his eyes and walked over to me, stopping when he was behind me. As soon as the elevator doors started to open, he gently place his hands over my eyes, blinding me. I sighed and just let it happen, knowing that arguing would do no use.

He lead me across a flat platform and stopped when we reached a railing, which he placed my hands on. I immediately knew where we were. "Why are we on the roof at seven pm?"

"Because of this," he replied and took his hands off of my eyes.

The sun was setting, but it wasn't fully set. You could still see it behind some mountains in the distance. The sky was full of pastel colors, and the few clouds that were in the air were puffy and pure white, except for the shadows that lingered beneath them, defining their shape. You could see every city light from up there, each twinkling at its own brightness and own rate. The city was quite small, so you could just see the trees and land which surrounded it leading into the country bits of the area, all dusted with a good, thick layer of snow. It all looked so beautiful that it seemed almost artificial. It felt like I was standing inside a Thomas Kinkade painting.

"Whoa," was all I managed to breathe out. I never got outside much throughout my life and I never traveled, therefore I was never able to witness breathtaking sights like this one. Besides, where I lived in Louisiana wasn't all that exciting or pleasing to the eye.

"Beautiful," Luke mumbled. I looked up at him. He had a smug smile on his face and was looking down at me.

"Yeah, it's gorgeous," I replied in a quiet voice, nodding.

"No, I'm talking about you," he whispered, placing his hand on my cheek.

"Luke," I warned, giving him a stern look.

"What? You are. You're the most beautiful girl that ever walked this earth," he replied, his hand falling and tangling in my hair.

"That's false and also really cheesy," I scoffed, but gave him a soft look.

"It's not false. You're beautiful, you'll always be beautiful, I'll always know you're beautiful. I promise," he said, leaning in closer and resting his forehead against mine.

"Don't make promises you can't keep," I muttered and moved my gaze from his eyes to the ground.

"I like you, Skyla. I like you a lot, ok?"

"No. No, you can't," I objected, shaking my head.

He sighed and put his hand on my chin, lifting it up so I made eye contact with him. "Oh, but I do. And neither of us can do anything about it. We can only accept it...do you like me?"

"I don't, I don't know. I don't want to. I can't," I replied, my voice low and shaky.

Luke sighed and stepped back, his hand falling back to his side. He turned away from me and began pacing while running his hands through his hair. Every now and then he would even tug on the roots a bit. He looked lost. He stopped pacing for a second to throw his head back and groan out of frustration. Then he aggressively stamped over towards me and put his hands on my shoulders.