Try Hard || Luke Hemmings

Epilogue Part Two

A/N: Hiii x(: I cried writing this as well so again, sorry in advance. So below please let me know what you all thought of the book and also, TYSM FOR 20K READS!!!!! Obviously there won't be a sequel, but read my other fanfictions please and ILYSM!

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"Luke honey, I know you're upset but it's not helping your fans." My mum said, from my door. I was coddled up in my bed, with the covers pulled over me. I didn't say anything, I just pulled the covers over my head.

"Luke you haven't even spoken to us since she died. I know it's hard but maybe.... express your feelings and write a song about it." I shook my head, burying my face deeper in my pillow. I hadn't said a word, or rather sung in two weeks. I hadn't moved from my bed.

"Tim told me to give this to you. She wrote you a letter, and... He wants to see you about something. She pulled the covers over my head, handing me a white envelope.

"Read it. And for God's sake,Luke Robert Hemmings take a bath. Being sad does not give you an excuse to smell like you rolled in a pile of cow shit." My mum held her nose, and left the room. I waited until she had walked downstairs, and slid it open, unfolding the paper that smelled like her perfume.

Luke,

By the time you'll read this, I'll be gone. I can't handle it anymore. The hate, the death threats, and just everything weighing down on me. I can't sit around and wait for something good to happen. It never does.

I love you and I always have. I was a fucking moron to let my dad's stupid job break us up. Well I shouldn't be calling it stupid, it's how I met you, right?

I've been staring at this blank page for hours. I was going to tell you the truth, that everything I've written isn't even close to the truth. I've never cried more, or even more depressed in my life which is about to end. I don't see the point in putting up with it anymore. I guess I'm lucky. You delayed this happening. But I lost you because I'm that worthless and idiotic. I don't see the point, in laughing, or breathing or living. I die tonight. I'm never coming back.

Don't you dare cry over me, I'm not worth your time and I never was. If you cry over me, Luke, I'll never forgive you.

You're reading this now, and I'm probably already down six feet under, in that hideous red dress that makes me look fat, the one that you always spared my feelings, saying how beautiful I looked.

I'm sorry for all the trouble I caused, and I'm sorry for making such a mess of our relationship. I'm sorry that I just can't let myself see the point in, laughing, living, or even breathing.

I love you to the moon and back,
Skye

I ran my finger over her handwriting. My eyes blurred my tears, which she'd hate me for, as they fell onto the page, blurring her words.

I realized there was something else in the envelope. I dropped it into my lap. It was white and blue, with two lines all the small little screen.

Our own little mistake. One that was drunk and unprotected.

I showered quickly, not bothering to comb my hair afterwards. I slid on a beanie, free I finished dressing in sweatpants and a 'you complete mess' shirt. My mum had left to get groceries, so I grabbed a beer out of the fridge.

Or.... Maybe more than one....

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My vision was blurry, and my mind was fuzzy, as I realized what I needed to do. I needed to visit her. It seemed smart at the time, but hey, I was wasted out of my mind.

I slid into the drivers seat, and slammed on the gas, speeding out onto the road.

I never saw that tree in the way.

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Her. She was standing in some place, that I can't describe what it looked like. Her face looked sad, yet she was smiling, reaching her hand out toward me, her hair blowing in a sudden gust of wind.

"I told you I'd see you on the other side." She whispered softly. I reached out to touch her hand, but just before our fingertips made contact, I was flashed back to a hospital room, my eyes slowly opening and taking the white room in.

"Luke, can you hear me?" My mum brushed her fingers over my hair.

"Y-yeah I'm fine mum. I just got into a car accident on my way to see Skye." I stuttered softly. Ashton furrowed his eyebrows from the other side of the room.

"Who's Skye?" He took a step over to the bed I was lying in.

"M-my girlfriend," I responded, sitting up in the bed, immediately being pushed down by Calum and Michael. "The one that died two weeks ago?" Everyone shook their heads, and I looked from person to person, all of them staring at me with pity.

"Luke honey you've been in a coma for the past month. She must have been a coma-induced hallucination." I sat up, trying to get past all the people, and stumbling outside. She sat in the waiting room.

"See she's right there!" I pointed to her. Startled, she looked over at me, and made her way over.

"Who are you?" She demanded

"Skye it's you! I thought you were dead!"

"My names not Skye, it's Bella. I'm visiting my grandmother. And I'm far from dead." She said, scrunching up her nose like Skye always did. A person gripped my shoulders, turning me to them. I faced Ashton

"Let me get this through your head. You imagined her!"

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Oopsie I was supposed to update this like a while ago. OH WELL! There's a plot twist for you and wow.... it's the end.

Byeeeeeeee ily and moo you all 🐮

nat x