Fighting Against Lilac Love (FALL)

chapter nineteen- Luka

Anybody knows the answer?

Christelle's POV

I might have sat there for an hour or so...just randomly staring at a swing. If some one would have went past, they would have thought I was mental or retarded at staring at a swing for an hour.

Until I felt a presence besides me.

I unglued my gaze and turned towards a pair of dark forest green eyes. The stranger was smiling, pink lips pulling apart to reveal white pearls as teeth. Hes hair was a dark shade of brown, nearly black, he was over all, really good looking, around my age.

"Hey.  I'm Luka Hale...uhm I saw you sitting alone for so long so I thought why not come and...uhm....talk." He finished, voice silken, smooth, hes accent a slight twang of Russian. God damn.

Hes taut jaw was covered in stubble as it moved, he looked like the typical bad boy rake.

I rose a perfect brow at him in question, "So you randomly just talk to girls staring at objects like a lunatic?" I asked.

He smiles charmingly down at me

"Its just you looked hot...wait what? No I mean, you looked lonely. Not hot. I mean you are extremely hot...but you just looked lonely.. Sitting here...alone." He mumbled, embarrassed.

For the first time in what seems years, I released a hearty, real, laugh. I laughed to hard that I began to cry hysterically.

Talk about bipolar.

"Atleast you think I'm hot.. Its either some guy is busy fucking some one else to give a damn, "-hiccup- " or my cheating ex of a fucking boyfriend is banging a girl in the librarians room and he has the nerve to say I'm cheating. Every one is fucking banging a girl one way or another." I wailed pathetically.

He awkwardly shifted closer, hes sweet cologne mixed with tobacco was a surprisingly calming scent.

"If it makes you feel better, I think you're pretty amazing even though I just met you. And whoever those guys were, they surely are dickheads for ever letting some one as gorgeous as you go. I know I wouldn't." He says softly, rubbing my back in little comforting circles.

I sniffed, looking at him through teary eyes as the wind blew my hair wildly. "You think so?" I asked just as softly.

He smiled, and I saw two deep dimples flashing at me, "Honey, I know so."

I smiled at him, outstretching my hand in hes direction. "I'm Christelle Isabella Jones. You can call me Chris." I say.

Hes eyes twinkled at me as he took my hand in hes large rough palm and gave me a butterfly kiss on the back of my hand

My cheeks gradually heated. Dammit I wasnt the type to blush!

I cleared my throat and withdrew my hand from hes. "So why aren't you in school?" I asked quickly.

He smirked at me, reminding me of Sean, and I couldn't help but think that Sean looked sexier with hes infamous smirk. I shook those thoughts away and focused on Luka.

"I needed some space." He answered simply.

I nodded slowly, silently studying hes profile. He was tall and built, but not the show-off built, it was noticeable but pleasantly visible that he worked out.

Hes long legs encased in black ripped jeans, hes black v-neck tee complimented hes fair pale skin. He had nice skin...brought out hes bright eyes.

"Im enrolled at Heatherton High, I was suppose to be the transfer student but I skipped today.  I wasnt up for the new faces and curiosity plus the girls." He shuddered in horror.

I chuckled, folding my legs beneath me. "Lucky for you, Luka, I attend that school too. Maybe we can meet up, I can show you around, help you out where you need it. We can be the best of friends too." I say solemnly.

He grinned a crooked smile, he had a nose ring which I noticed now. Wow...bad boy look complete.

"That would be amazing, Chris. Now I can finally say I have something to look forward to in school." He added a suggestive wink.

I half snorted half laughed. "In your dreams, lover boy."

He pouted in a wounded puppy look that made me want to pinch hes cheeks.

I giggled shaking my head. I think I found my new escape. Luka just so happens to waltz in my life when everything just seemed like a lost cause.

I stared at him as he grinned cheekily back. "Thank you." I murmured, a soft smile gracing my features.

He hinted the hidden meaning behind my words and responded with a small smile of hes own.

"Looks like we found each other at the right time."

I grinned lazily at him, "Indeed we did."

He chuckled turning towards the park. "I always enjoyed the park." He muses, a strange sparkle in hes eyes as a soft smile played at hes lips.

"Good memories?" I asked.

Hes smile fades, the sparkle growing dim and blank. He ran hes hand over hes face, "My deceased girlfriend used to love them." He muttered, shocking me speechless.

I spluttered, "But you...you flirted with me!"

He smiles sheepishly at me, "To be honest you reminded me of her from the back. And I wasnt thinking but I just walked over in a stupid hope that it was her. I actually try to get over her...harmless flirting here and there but it didnt seem to do the trick when every girl I tried to date I always kept comparing her to them...its either their shade of hair reminded me of her, a smile, her eyes...it traumatised me so much at one point that I kept seeing her everywhere. And its been hard...I still see her." He says, pouring hes heart out, emotions so raw it caught me off guard.

I scooted closer and grabbed hes limp hand by hes side. "You know...my dad always told me..a loss is like just a nudge to carry on your own life so the person you lost will look down at you from all those sparkling stars and smile so they know you made effort to carry on living. It takes strength. It takes courage.. It takes bravery. But most of all...it takes YOU." I murmured, gazing at the old oak trees as it swayed to the melody of the wind.

Luka clutched my hand as if hes life depended on it, and in some sense it did. To lose that one person who made the cracks in the wall seem like expert brushes of an artist, who took that darkness and pulled you into light.

Its hard.

In this world of struggles. Its hard to carry on living when the person you love is not. Or when it seems like some one you love has moved on without you.

Its just hard.

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