Chapter 8-25 Years Old

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July 26th.

Dear Dad,

There's no one left... I... we had an accident a few days ago...

Luke and myself were driving to the the theatre... and we crashed.. 

Luke is gone. He's not with me any more. He died on impact.

God I wish you were here, Dad. I have no one left. I'm fine. I have a few broken bones, but I'm fine. Well, I'm okay physically.

I just don't know what to do. Why has this happened to me? Why did Luke have to go, Dad? I loved him, so much. He was my anchor. He kept me grounded and alive and... he's not here any more. Maybe you've met up with him. He's wonderful, isn't he? Tell him that I don't know what to do any more. I don't want to have false hope, Dad. I'm broken. I'm tired. omg.

I was meant to live my life with Luke. I was meant to have beautiful kids, and we were meant to go to Disneyland and go on holidays to Hawaii and visit Grandma Hemmings with them. I was meant to have cheesy moments on the Eiffle Tower and spend money on Luke. I was meant to kiss him every day for the rest of my life and tell him I loved him and hug him when he was upset. I was meant to love my kids and help them with homework and cook them lunches for school. We were meant to move into a big house for all of our little kids and dogs and animals.

Why dad? Why...

And now that's all gone. Everything is all gone. I just don't know what to do any more.

Love Always,

Darcy Hemmings

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