Angel [L.H. short story]

gone

~Monday~

It's been two months since I went to Luke's house and I slept over.


Luke and I haven't talked since.


I hop onto the bus and as usual, wait.


We come to Luke's stop, but Luke doesn't enter.


These past two months, Luke has sat in the back of the bus with his friends agian, still wore his brothers shirt but never had to run off the bus. I selfishly wished that night changed things between us. I thought we chould start a relationship or something..


My heart aches whenever he doesn't talk to me. I want to go back to that night and relive it over and over.

I get to school and enter my first class. Other students join but I find it weird that the teacher and all of Luke's friends are missing.


They all enter the room slowly, staring directly at... me.


I point to myself and shake my head, but they all nod.


One of Luke's friends, walks up to me and hands me a journal.


I'm scared to open it..


I scan the front cover of the journal and come across Luke's name in his handwriting.



Luke Hemmings



I open the journal slowly and view the drawing of a girl, me.

I open my mouth in shock of the detail and perfection of his drawing. I flip the page and come across another drawing of myself. I continue to flip through and examine the next twenty pages, all drawings of me.

The drawings stop but I continue to flip through the blank pages.

I stop when I see his writing.


A note.





To Her,

The girl that rides my bus.

The girl I've liked since the first time I saw her. The girl I've never had the guts to talk to. The girl I never kept the conversation going when she tried a countless number of times to talk to me...to make the first move. I regret not talking to her. I regret not being her friend because I know she needs a friend as badly as I do.

That night, when you came to my house, I wasn't surprised. I don't know how, but somehow I felt that you were coming. But when I opened that door to see you, I was so happy. No matter how hard it was to tell you about my past, it did help. You helped me so much that night and I wish I could relive it. The way you cried with me, showed me you cared. It bothers me that I didn't show you that I cared too.

I love you. I admit it. I love you so much.

I hate myself for not telling you sooner.

Somehow, I know you love me too.

That night, you cried with me, hugged me and stayed with me. One thing I wish I would have done, was kissed you. I wanted your lips on mine. I would never say that out loud, but it's easy to be confident of paper. I want to kiss you.

That was honestly, the best night of my life.

I know that if you wouldn't have showed up, I would have already killed myself.

But thank you for helping me stay alive, two months longer.

Please know I love you, and I'll see you in heaven.


- Luke Hemmings





By the time I finish reading his letter to me, I'm sobbing at my desk as my whole class watches me with sympathetic expressions.

I stand from my desk and run out of the classroom, through the courtyard and to the girl's bathroom. I run into a stall and lock myself in. I curl into a ball and lay on the ground. I don't care if the ground is dirtier than dirt, I don't care about anything right now.

All I know is, my Angel, my broken Angel has gained his wings and I strive so badly to join him.

"Come back," I whimper. "I love you."