"Hey," he says.
I take in a deep breath, "hey."
"What are you doing here?" He says, not making eye contact with me.
"I need to ask you some things."
A gust of wind blows by, making my hair cover my face. The breeze is cold a shiver trickles down my spine, making me shake.
"Do you want to come inside? It's cold out." He says.
"No," I say,"could we just talk out here?"
"Ya, sure," he replies as he steps outside.
We both walk out onto his porch. My fingers twist together nervously as I ready to speak.
He looks at me expectantly.
"Why?" I ask, "why did you hurt me? I mean I know you were drunk and all, but that doesn't mean your feelings weren't your own. I guess what I'm trying to ask is-"
"I know what you mean, and I-my life honestly was horrible and I was angry and sad. I realized that the only time I was happy was...was when I was with you."
Me? His words confuse and surprise me all at once.
"Let me ask you one more question."
Luke nods.
"Did you love me?"
