One shots

Luke Evans 3

Warning: deals with suicide

"Luke." I said as I sat down on the bed. "I have somethings to tell you." Luke looked up at you and nodded.

"I think maybe you do." He said with a hint of sadness as he revealed the journal you wrote everything in. I sighed as I nodded.

"I let you read that for many reasons. One was the fanfiction. The other was so you could see the things I went through. The biggest being..."

"Wanting to kill yourself." Luke cut me off. I nodded and looked down at the comforters

"Yeah." I whispered.

"Why didn't you just tell me yourself? Why let me read it?" Luke asked. His voice broke at the end and I tried to hold back tears.

"I didn't know how else to tell you. I thought maybe you'd...." I said before my voice broke and the tears became sobs.

"Id think less of you?" Luke said. He moved closer to me and wrapped his arms around me. "I could never think less of you. I love you too much." He pressed a kiss to my temple. "I just wanna be there to help you and knowing that you went through all that before you even met me makes me proud yet sad."

"What?" I asked looking up at him.

"I'm proud you got through everything. You're strong and brave and wonderful." Luke said. "But it makes me sad because you had to go through it. That sometimes you still go through it." I saw the tears in his eyes and I placed my hand on his cheek.

"I have you now. It's less and less because of you. And I couldn't be more thankful for that." I said. Luke smiled sadly and turned his head to kiss my palm.

"Yeah. You have me. And I'm not going anywhere." He said.