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Old Times

"Hey Luke, sorry I must've missed you, again." She sounded flustered and shy, it's weird thinking how we were strangers when I first heard this. I remember seeing the voicemail and played with my lip ring, having only just gotten it. Seems like it was only yesterday when I hid from the band to listen to her message in peace, how secretly grateful I was to have her consider going out with me. 

"You will not believe this traffic!" Frustration drilled through the speaker on my phone, making me smile to myself. "I know I'm already late but it looks like I'll be later unless- YES YOU JACKASS! Bye!" Laughing I remember the antics of that day, our fifth date where we actually felt comfortable to be more honest and open with one another. That was the date when I opened up about myself more, my dreams regarding the band. She liked it, she was genuinely interested in hearing about my music, writing music and producing it for others to hear. She opened up as well, I got to hear about her family, the people she used to know and how much she really cared about others without realising. 

A light sigh sounded through the line, "I know you're in rehearsals but don't freak out when you come home and it smells like smoke. Blame Ashton, he gave me the spare key." That was when she tried to make us a surprise meal. I came home choking on the smell of smoke and air freshener and found her staring at the black chicken with such hate that it would have combusted at any second. 

"Sorry I had to leave, my Dad's okay now." She spoke through a shaky voice, barely controlling the released nerves. We were watching a film, probably The Lion King and she got a worried call about her Dad's health. She told me she'd do it alone, that was the first time I'd seen her terrified for another's life. 

I could hear her swearing quietly, mumbling harsh words. "For God's sake Luke, I can't keep doing this. It's been too long, I can't sit here much longer. That's the third time now that you've stood me up. I'm done." Hearing that message made my heart crumble slightly. I'd been down, too down to even move after tour. I shut myself in away from everyone, I didn't even tell her how much I really cared. 

"Luke, I, I, I miss you." Tears filled the line, she could barely contain her emotion. When she came to my door in the early hours of the morning everything rushed back. Why I fell in love with her in the first place, all the laughs, the failed dates, the little things that made us work. I woke up feeling a little bit lighter with her in my arms, things got easier knowing she was at my side. 

"Hey Luke, I'm just going to see the doctor about my headaches, I'll be home in about an hour. Love you." Her joyful voice, so unaware of what was to come. She came home a little more gloomy than when she left as if she had her own rain cloud above her head.

Two weeks later she went for scans, "They were right Luke." Her voice began to break down the line, her loud sniff evident as she tried to regain herself, act strong for my behalf. "I, I don't know what to do." We fought. She fought for her life, the various neverending treatments, false hope they gave her of new treatments that never arrived. It was a tough period for her, for all of us but I never left her side. 

"I know it's early but I just can't sleep, I hope that you get some sleep as you need it Luke. For years you've been my rock, I just think you need some rest without me leaning on you. I love you Luke, I always will." Her voice was so calm, she seemed so relaxed like on our third date after the awkwardness had passed. We were truly comfortable and at peace with each other, I knew enough about her to know that she couldn't do it any longer, her fight was over. 

That was the last message I ever got.