"I hear you in the quiet, I see you when Im in the dark. You just couldn't fight for this but it's not your fault"
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"I love your jacket." I said to Luke "Well uh thanks i guess" He said and chuckled. "Hey, I knew you wore this the other day though so no need to hide" We both laughed. "It actually suits better on you" He said to me "No nope, it definitely suits better on you" I emphasized the word you. "Here. Wear it" He said, removing his jacket and giving it to me.
I then wore the jacket and tried to impress him jokingly yet he still found me pretty "You're so cute, my princess" He squeezed my cheeks in a way that I found cute. "Im gonna take a picture of you" I heard him say. He opens our bag and grabbed his camera. "Pose, queen" He said and I laughed and smiled at the camera and a camera click was heard with a flash.
After he took a picture of me, the polaroid came out of the camera. I hugged him tight and said "We're so cute. I love you, Luke" he hugged me back "I love you more" He let go from hugging me and started kissing me. A kiss with pure love.
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The jacket. We had so many memories with the jacket. It may sound weird but we did. You always let me borrow your jacket, You lend me your jacket when I was freezing cold, when it was raining you took off your jacket and placed it over my head so I wouldn't wet nor my clothes would and you didn't care that you wear soaking wet all you cared was that I didn't get wet because you knew i'd get sick. You told me I look better with the jacket than you did, which was definitely the opposite.
The jacket. It is in your closet. It's still there. Earlier I held your jacket, It felt weird. It's like I felt your presence hugging me though it was just my imagination but I still felt you. Its like I saw you but you're gone.
Your voice, I still hear it sometimes but its just all in my head.
I know. I know. You couldn't fight. It was hard to fight. If I was in your situation I wouldn't fight because it's hard. But I also know it wasn't your fault.
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Out Loud ; Luke Hemmings
Short Story"wish i could show you how, but you're just a ghost now" ~Inspired by Gabbie Hanna's song titled Out Loud~