A/N: This chapter is dedicated to ThreeBraveRavens because I ruined her ship. (I'll fix it. Maybe.)
I lock myself in the training room. It's the only place I could find to be alone.
I cry for two hours, 2 1/2 long hours according to my phone. I know what I need to do.
I need to call Luke and try to apologize again.
I dial the number, waiting with anticipation for him to answer, but he doesn't.
"Hey, it's Luke!" his voicemail says.
"And Abbi!" I shout in the background.
"Really Abbi?" he says.
I laugh and so does he.
"Anyway, just leave a message, and I'll call you back." he says.
I remember when he set that as his voicemail. It was back before the war, back before the chaos. Back when we were still together.
I'm so caught up in my thoughts that I forget my phone is recording.
"Please Luke! I'm sorry! I was worried, I was stressed! I'm sorry! I know, I know I acted like an idiot. Just please don't do this to me." I scream in agony and pain.
The length of the voicemail runs out and the call ends itself.
I start training trying to get my mind off of things. Throwing knifes. Hitting the center if the target every time, a loud thud echoing through the room with every throw.
I don't stop until I'm absolutely exhausted, and I feel like throwing one more knife will cause me to black out.
I collapse on the floor against the wall. I stare at my phone. Before deciding to call Luke again. Expectantly, he doesn't answer.
And again the tears come, and this time, I don't try to stop them.
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