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Chapter Twenty

Ashton had taken it too far. He did more the cross the line, he fucking blew it up. I felt the anger building up inside me. I just wanted to throw him across the room. Instead, I found myself holding my hand out to him, clenching my fist slowly. I knew exactly what I was doing but I couldn't stop. I was too far in.

I could hardly make out who was standing between Ashton and I, but the voice was oh so familiar. It was like music to me. That voice was like my favorite song that I'd have on repeat for months but somehow never managed to get sick of it.

I felt two people on either side of me, trying to get me to stop. I flung them off of me effortlessly. I didn't even have to move. 

"Luke, please," she begged. I could finally see the face. It was- me. "Don't kill him. I'm sorry about everything I said and I'll try my hardest to go back to how I was before, just please don't do this!"

But it wasn't about her. It was about Ashton being a prick. Didn't he understand how much she meant to me? Didn't he care at all? Did he even understand what that did to me when he brought up my family?

"This isn't about you." I explained, but it was Luke's deep voice that came from my throat.

"Yes it is!" my body whined. "If I wasn't being such a stubborn asshole then you wouldn't be trying to kill your best friend. Luke, listen to me!"

I ignored my own protests, continuing to clench my fist tighter and tighter. I was completely aware that if I didn't stop that Ashton would die, but I couldn't stop. Once the power started it was almost impossible to stop. My mom found a way. I - Jemma - always found a way.

I was crying now, tears streaking down my cheeks as I tried to plead to Luke to stop. My own hands came towards me - Luke - and held my face down. I could feel my anger slowly decreasing. I slowly leaned in, the anger almost completely gone...

My eyes flashed open to see the wall beside the bed. I could feel Luke's arm laying limply over my body, however that was the only contact we had. I rolled over to see him sleeping, his mouth open slightly.

These dreams were starting to freak me out. Were they actually right? Was I actually stealing memories from people? I actually knew what Luke was thinking then. It all felt so real.

That's when realization hit and I knew I was going to cry. If those were his actual feelings towards me, I felt like a complete bitch for treating him the way I did. He thought my voice was music. He did truly care about me and I accused him of wanting to kill me.

"Jemma?" Luke's groggy voice mumbled as he stirred in his sleep. He moved his arm from off of me to rub at his eyes. "Are you alright?"

I didn't want to tell him about what just happened. The whole thing sounded silly. I quickly wiped off what I could of the tears on my face and laid down again, closing my eyes. I could feel Luke's weight shift next to me. He seemed to be propping himself up with an arm.

He sighed sympathetically, probably seeing the tears on my face that I didn't get off. He scooted closer to me, wrapping an arm around me. I could feel the heat of his body next to mine. I scooted closer. He chuckled lightly and kissed my forehead.

"I love you." he whispered into my ear before laying back down and going to sleep.

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i know it's super short but i felt like i needed to update and i thought this was kind of cute. plus jemma might actually have powers like luke does ayyyy. i'll try to update soon though. i hope you liked this chapter despite it being short and semi-insignificant. xx