mistake [luke hemmings]

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I rolled over on my bed, getting into a comfortable position. I looked up at the picture frame standing on the top of my desk and picked it up. Luke and I sat on a park bench, his arm around my shoulder, my arms around his waist. The picture was taken about a year and a half ago, years after we had met. I sighed as I looked at our faces, all smiles and happiness. I don't want to ruin this, I thought to myself. I up the picture back on the desk and turned off my bed lamp.

I'll sort everything out with him tomorrow.

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ew I hate short chapters. I'm sorry for always updating the shortest chapters I could possibly write; I feel horrible about doing that to you but I just want to get this fanfic finished so I can write other stories.