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Epilogue

Please listen to Laura by Bat For Lashes while reading this! Also, I'm sorry about the last chapter. Do you still love me?

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Grace's P.O.V

Its been a week since Luke died in the hospital bed and to say that I am broken is a huge understatement.

I feel like my heart has been ripped out of my chest and stomped on a million times then has been thrown back inside of me, leaving me to fix it all by myself.

I haven't talked to anyone since that night that the doctor muttered those two words that made my hands drop the drink I was holding onto the floor, followed by my body. It feels like it's not real. It feels like he is still here, holding my hand and making me smile like no other person has.

It just doesn't feel real.

Eve and Bennet have been trying to get me to leave my room and at least do something other than sleep, stare at the wall in complete darkness and cry but my body won't let me. It's not that I don't want to, it's the fact that I just can't. It's like the devil has wrapped chains around my legs and arms and has tied them to the bed so I can't do anything but grieve in my own way.

A few people have tried to contact me, but I ignored them all. Bree has even tried to contact me and even though a part of me wants to answer, a huge part of me warns me and tells me not to because I won't be able to keep myself stable while I am on the phone to the mother of my deceased boyfriend.

I just can't do that.

The only time that I am deciding to come out of my room - today - is because it is Luke's funeral. I know Luke would have wanted me to stay strong so I guess you can say I am doing this for him; being strong.

I look at myself in the mirror and breathe out a sigh. "I can't believe it's all come down to this." I mutter to myself, looking at the black dress that stops just above my knees. I wore this dress to my mom's funeral and to my dad's funeral and now...

Luke's funeral.

I feel my heart clench as I let my thoughts go back to Luke. Everytime I try to think about something else, it's like my mind just has to go back to Luke. I can even try and sleep without thinking of Luke.

He is always just on my mind.

"Grace," I hear Bennet call from outside my door. I turn my head so that I am staring at the wood that is blocking out everyone from seeing me. "We have to go." Bennet says softly and I let out a sigh, running my hand through my hair.

It's time.

"Okay..." I say quietly, knowing that Bennet has already walked off. I look at the phone that Luke had bought me ages ago and bite my lip.

See what I mean? Everything in this house, everything that I own, every person I see... they all remind me back to the person who I love.

Luke Peterson.

I let out a sigh and walk over to my door, grabbing the door handle with a shaky hand. I turn the handle and pull the door back before stepping outside. The bright light from the windows downstairs makes me close my eyes for a brief second, trying to adjust to how bright it is.

After a few seconds, I open my eyes and blink a few times before making my way down the stairs. I know I probably look like I haven't slept in days but I have, it's only because I have spent half of the day crying my eyes out.

Eve notices me walking down the stairs and she walks over to me. "Hey," Eve mumbles and I send her a wave.

"Hi." I say, my voice coming out raspy. I let out a cough to clear my throat and look up at Eve who is smiling down at me.