Heartbreak and Love: A Luke Hemmings Story

EPILOGUE-(Part 2: After)

fifty minutes later...

Jane's POV
I had a shower soon after I decided to get up from the toilet floor. I washed my hair and body, tiredly. I got out and dryer myself, brushed my hair and teeth and then wrapped the towel around me, and went into my room to change.
I picked out a red, small summery dress that went down to just before my knees, and it was lace on top of cotton. I then put my short hair up in a pony tail at the back of my head and then walked back to the lounge room, and turn on the TV.
The Lego movie was on. I haven't watched the Lego movie but it seemed quite good. I didn't really watch the very start of the movie but that didn't matter. I was up to the bit where the Lego man says, "good morning apartment!"
I smiled. I wished that I was like him. So happy that you wake up and greet the world with a smile. Somehow, I didn't do that. And I don't think anyone did. Could you be so happy to do that? Could something or someone make you that happy that you wake up and you smile instantly? Would that ever happen?
When you think about it, everything is beautiful and happy in it's own way. The sun, the trees, the birds singing, the waves crashing, even the grey clouds before it rains. It shows something, it shows beauty in so many forms.
The most beauty of this world is how everything is built so perfect.
The earth has just the right amount of distance from the sun to be the right temperature that is stainable for life. The moon, is just right, the planets aligned are just the right distance away, the stars, the galaxy.
How life was formed on earth, it was so perfectly designed so that it could survive for thousands and thousands of years. Food was made and water that somehow sourced more and more life and air was made. So right. Somehow everything was amazing and beautiful.
If you think about it was.
And I thought, then why didn't I just wake up with a smile because of that?
Because I had a life out of all the other planets in the universe, we had a life and we complained and complained and ruined and ruined by our moods and our frustrations.
We were too busy being angry, frustrated, confused, sad to even be thankful of this. That we were so lucky. I was sitting here feeling sorry for myself when we had the best gift of all, sitting right with us. Life.
I had a life, you have life.
So why do I wake up happy every day, so joyous and thankful?
Is this what the Lego movie was trying to accomplish here? Is it?
Suddenly, my stomach felt I'll again and I was snapped out of my thoughts. And back to reality. This is why. Because humans had too much problems and emotions that could be felt daily.
One minute, you're in love and then the next, you were sad.
Tears streamed down my face as I closed my eyes and saw Luke behind them. His eyes were so bright in color, and his hair was sunlit. He was beautiful. My beautiful.
But he was gone, far away. I couldn't reach him now even if I tried. I wouldn't see him for another year or so and now I was alone. I had to wait. "Luke," I said his name but all I could hear was my echo.
"Luke," I said again. I felt breathless. Empty. Lost and alone. Where was he?
I felt my stomach; it felt sickly and gross. But somehow it felt full, and wonderful and warm. I opened my eyes, tears dropped and dropped. I hated this but I smiled anyways. I wish that Luke could see this now. "It's okay baby," I whisper out of my mouth looking down to my palms laying on my small stomach. "Daddy will be here soon, I promise."
My words croaked out like I couldn't do it any more. I swirled my fingers around, tickling my skin underneath my shirt. I never expected to say this, I never expected to say this with such sadness.
Why did this have to happen? I never expected to say this especially when he wasn't here - that I had to promise the child I was carrying that he'd be here.
He should be here even though he didn't know; he should be with me to know. I never expected to say this at seventeen.
Then suddenly, out of snuffling my small sobs and cries of happiness yet sadness and aloneness, out of the wipe of one tear that dropped to the bottom of my chin, and about to drop to my chest; I heard a knock at the door.
I looked over to the shadow that I could see behind the painted glass pales of the wooden door of Mike's home.
I took in breath as I stood up, unconfidently, feeling shit and sick. I wiped my tears from my face and slapped on a soft, fake smile.
I walked slowly to the door and reached for the door handle.
I didn't want to speak to anyone today and I, especially, didn't want anyone over here. I wanted to be alone; to me, myself and my thoughts.
I then sighed and twisted the door handle for the door to open when I pulled, and then I did and the faded sunlight of a rainy day started glaring in my face, and the cold air hit my skin on my arms, and the small wind hit the still there water on my face. And my parted lips sucked it in and it felt like a whip down my dry throat,
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as I looked into his blue eyes like it was the first time in forever.
His hair was wet, and over his face but still blonde and beautiful and his.
The background behind his was misted and foggy, and raining the beautiful and mystical sound of rain, and framed him like he was an angel.
He looked at me with a wide smile and I had grown one too.
"Hey Janey," he said softly. "Remember me?"