hurricane- luke hemmings

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Falling in love is like a hurricane. At one point it comes at you, heavily. Then, everything is calm and you just can't believe it is. And then, all at once, hell arises and it all falls to peices. This is the whole reason as to why I decided never to do that, never to fall in love back then. See, falling in love, it reminds you of why hurricanes are named after people.

But still, there is one thing I know for sure, that even though I tried to keep my promise, I knew that inside of me, behind 13 ribs, there was a heart stuck in the eye of a raging, devilish hurricane. I couldn't fight off the hurricane, it came, some take forever to go, and some well, you just can't rid them from you, and no I'm not saying the storm in itself, the god awful memory of it and the effect it had on you, your surroundings.

My hurricane had a name, Luke. My hurricane, unlike any other, brought good and happiness and then, because hurricanes are pure destruction, tore it all to shreds.

He reached those long calloused fingers between those bruised ribs and ripped my heart right out with one word, I wouldn't call it simple, technically it's a compound word, technicality is my forté. Goodbye. That was all he had to say to rip me apart. I accepted it, I don't like confrontation or confirmation at that. I don't like my feelings to get in the way and I don't like crying in front of people, even if they are the one's I willingly desired to hand my heart over to. Even of they are the one's I sufficiently gave my every second away to. Even of they are the one's who stole my innocence from my death grip. Even if they are Luke Hemmings.

It all began freshman year. Jasmine Hemmings, Her older brother Luke and their Father, Rick, became my neighbours. Jaz and I were very close for years, her dream to become an agent and mine, a model. Jaz and I promised to work for one the other. Luke on the contrary, being two years riper, was the passionate one about his career. Luke wanted to be a musician, not wanted, was going to be. That was something he strived for, everything he lived for.

I quickly fell for Luke in all of his beauty and his dumb, overwhelming, desire to become his dream idol.

The only problem about the love story, my stupid love story, is that when I fell, when I fell deeply into his drowning pool of broken love, he didn't catch me and I landed into the ripping eye of Hurricane Luke, a storm I would never be able to imagine an escape from, not because I was stupidly weak or falling apart, but because, somehow, someway, I let myself fall in love and that will always be something I will never be able to forgive myself of.

Love is a virtue.

Hope, too is a virtue.

Forgiveness, a virtue.