His lips pouted, as he tugged his hair in frustration.
He was broken, and so was I.
I wiped my sweaty palms on my black skirt, sighing with anger.
He had caught me.
For the tenth time this month.
"I'm sorry, Luke." I whispered, letting a few tears fall.
He looked up, eyes glossy.
"You promised."
"I know, Luke. I couldn't do it."
"I miss you." He cried, turning around and running out the door.
