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When Things Fell Apart: VII

Picking up the phone I held the letter in my right hand, reading over his words once again as it continued to tremble in my fingertips. Sighing my heart beat tripled the speed of the rings as I awaited to hear an answer. Whether I'd hear his voice or the automated voicemail tone I would know my place, I needed to know my place now especially after this. 

Somehow I had managed to get you to go on a date with me, honestly I had never been more nervous and the guys had no idea. You were sat in that cafe gripping onto that mug as you still shivered, I could see it even from outside. Yet as I walked in I could see your face light up ever so slightly, at first I assumed you saw something else until you waved my way. 

I'm still amazed how you liked me, that you laughed at my jokes and wanted to know more when I spoke about music. We walked around the town, you held my hand and told me about your family I could barely contain how happy you made me feel. You always made me happy. 

I found myself reading over various segments of the letter, relieving different memories until I was brought back to my room, sat on the edge of my bed looking at the orange hue that crossed the curtains as the ringing stopped, and someone answered. My mind became clouded and words failed to escape my lips as I heard heavy breathing on the other end of the phone, it was recognisable for me in an instant and opening my mouth to speak I hesitated. Looking at the end of the letter I couldn't hold back, I had to say something before I regret not taking the chance to. 

"Please don't give up." The words came out close to whispers down the line, I heard my own breath as I mumbled into the speaker hoping he heard, wishing he got my message and responded. 

No matter how torn I feel I just want to hear him respond now more than ever before, despite the cheating, the lying and the heartbreak I can no longer wish he was dead to me, he will always be apart of my life. "I'm trying." Two words, quiet but hard. He sounded different, there was less depth to his voice over the phone, less emotion- he had hit rock bottom, he was there and I could tell. 

"Luke, I just-" Before I had the chance to continue my sentence there was some noise in the background on the other end of the line, I heard another voice and some shouts before Luke yelled, then all went quiet. Removing the phone from my ear I saw I was still on, the seconds continued to rise and placing the phone against my ear I put the letter down on the bed and stood up, walking out of the room and towards the kitchen. "Hello?" I was blunt, I didn't have time for games, I just needed to know if he was okay. 

My question was followed by a sickening laugh, it oozed in sweetness - too much of it. The laugh was unknown to me which caused my stomach to twist and knot, I leant against the counter as I anxiously waited for them to speak up, if they would. "Oh honey, this is bordering pathetic." She scoffed and immediately I straightened myself up, swallowing the lump in my throat I wouldn't admit defeat, not just yet. 

"You know what is pathetic? Stealing a girl's boyfriend knowing he is in a committed relationship, how about that mmh?" The words came out with such sarcasm they dripped in venom, I pictured her playing with her hair, fussing over her makeup as she tried to outdo me on this. 

There was a pause from her and I closed my eyes, laughing to myself about how stupid this all seems. "Well you know what hun," She snickered into the phone, "it wasn't like he was saying no." The last part she whispered before calling for him, she called him 'Lukey bear' and the nickname made me want to vomit. "Move on girl, find yourself someone else to fuss over and also leave his family alone." I could hear him entering the room and questioning what she was doing. "Nothing Lu." That sickly sweet voice again as she held the phone away from her ear, "Bye bitch." She muttered before hanging up on me.