8 days
We had 50 days together.
I counted the other day, he died on our fiftieth day of going out.
It's been twelve days since he died so we would have been going out for 62 days today.
I lift the top up to my face again and breathe in his smell. Liz came back with two cardboard boxes.
"Here they are." She placed them on the ground and saw what I had in my hands "That was his favourite, you know" she smiled as if recollecting a memory
"I bought it for him" I croaked out "it still smells of him"
A tear rolls down her cheek "It's just too painful to have all of his stuff here, mocking me as if to say he will come home through the door any moment in time"
She chocked back a sob "But he's never coming back" she broke down in front of me and I had no idea what to do; Liz has always been so strong and to see her in this state, to see her so vulnerable was just so shocking.
I slowly walk over to her and give her a hug which she falls into. After a minute or two she pulls away "Thank you, I needed that"
"I needed Luke" I whisper so quietly she doesn't even hear
•••••
7 days
I fiddled with the lip ring in my hands, Luke's lip ring.
I look at it again as if I would notice anything different, anything new.
Nothing
It's just black
I sigh and get up for the first time in six hours, passing the mirror I see a stranger.
My now blonde and short hair is knotted and looks similar to a birds nest sitting on my head. My body is now littered with tattoos and it is a lot thinner from under eating. One of Luke's tees hangs off my body more like a dress than a top.
It reads 'DESTROY YOURSELF AND SEE WHO GIVES A FUCK'
I smile as an idea comes to my head and I grab Luk- my keys off the side and drive to the nearest piercing shop that I know of.
A small ding rings out through the empty shop as I push the door open to enter.
"Hi" the woman behind the counter perks up
"Hi I want a lip piercing, identical to this one" I hold Luke's up and she puts her hand out for it
I hesitate "Please be careful" I hand it over
"Okay, it's simple enough I think we have a design just like it..." she rummages through a draw "here" she holds up a newer version of Luke's
"Great" I hold my hand out for Luke's one
"Special to ya then?" She says once she handed it back over
"It would be special to you too if it was your dead fiancé's"
"I'm sorry" she put a hand on my upper arm and I flinched due to a still fresh tattoo there
She didn't seem to notice and grabbed something to pierce my lip with and sterilise it first
"Do sit" she gestured to a chair
I sat and started twisting the lip ring in my fingers again
"Okay then" she turned and asked if I was ready
I just nodded and she pierced it
It hurt but only for half a minute, I was too numb to feel it for longer.
"All done" she took a step back and admired her handy work then passed me a mirror
"Thanks" I smiled at my reflection "how much" I stood up digging out my purse
"Umm just a tenner" she smiled at me
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
I was grateful that there still were some nice people in the world.
Even if my favourite had been taken from it.
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A/N
What up ;P
If you like this book go start my other one: 'Chain Smoker'
It's also a Luke fanfic :*
~Isabella x
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