05. Power

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Decided to update a chapter because you guys have been asking so hear you go!

Sorry if its not too good

Did you read the ones I wrote?

It had been three days and she didn't want to speak with anyone.

"I'm sorry Luke, I just can't." she half whispered, and I could hear her fighting back sobs.

So I sat there,leaning against her door, sometimes softly singing just so she knew I was there. Another day passed, so I decided to write her a letter:

I remember the first time I saw you on your first day at school. You were shy and were teased because of your glasses. I wanted to go over to you but my 'popular' friends just laughed at me. You were so beautiful, you ARE so beautiful. Bir what struck me most about you was that it seemed like you could understand me, understand everyone, yet you hadn't spoken a word to them. It was like you could see inside me, but you didn't judge. By the time I had plucked up the courage to speak to you it was almost the end of term 1, I hated myself for it so I decided to fond you at the library, where you were basically every second day.

I walked in to see you reading in one of the big chairs, sometimes helping younger kids find books. I sat next to you and relished the beauty in our silence and you looked up at me, and I could see your crisp blue eyes looking straight into mine. I lost myself and I found myself leaning closer to you. Our lips collided and I felt like nothing would ever be as good as that moment, that kiss. It was like the superman of kisses.

When you told me about your depression I couldn't help but feel responsible. I had never felt any worse than I had at that moment and it killed me inside.

But we tried. Oh did we try. And for a while it was good.

And it can be good again! We will work through this and one day you'll look back upon days like this and say to yourself 'I made it' because you would've.

So please, just come out. Your too beautiful to be doing this and the world isn't ready to lose its sparkle.

I slipped it under her door and waited. I heard and opening the note and thought I could hear her smiling through her tears.

I heard saw the door open and was enveloped in a giant hug.

"I love you" she said.

"I love you too, more than ever.'

"But Luke, there are more 'sparkles' than me in this world." she said weakly.

"Not in mine, because you are my world." I proclaimed as I wrapped her in my arms and kissed her, never wanting to let go.

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