aggression | luke hemmings

Chapter Seventy Four

Becca's POV

I watched as Luke cried, gripping on my hand like it would fall apart if he let go. But in reality, my hand will fall apart when he lets go from all of the pressure.

"I can't believe I let this happen!" He exclaims between sobs. He looks down and covers his face in one hand, still weeping. It brings tears to my eyes also, and we are a heap of cries and whimpers that fell in love. "I'm so sorry, Becca, this is all my fault," He continues.

"No--It's not your fault. I swear up and down this wasn't your cause. If anything, it's mine," I say, and Luke shakes his head slowly. His grasp on my hand lessens and he spreads out his arms, so I lean forward and hug him as tightly as humanly possible. He is being careful with my small figure though, aware of the bruises prone to hurt if he holds me as tightly as I am him.

"How could this be your fault?" He asks quietly. I frown as my tears fall onto his shoulder.

"Because I didn't do anything to save myself. I hurt myself more than Brent and Jaxsonn ever have and will. This wasn't because of you, either. Trust me; This is not your fault. It never has been, never will be, and that isn't going to change. I mean it," I convince the angel without wings in my arms, but he stays silent.

All Luke did was stand up and pull me carefully up with him. He picks me up bridal style and carries me upstairs. Oh, how I've missed being in his arms like this.

He sits down in my spot on the bed in our room, leaning against the headboard and gazing at my eyes. I sigh and snuggle into his comfortably toned chest and listen to the steady sound of his heartbeat and breathing pace, those being the only audible sounds.

"I love you so much baby girl," Luke whispers, eyes closed, and then he softly kisses my hair. His thumb is rubbing circles in my shoulder as he keeps me in the bridal position.

"I love you more than you'll ever know," I say just as quietly. I realize he is now asleep, so he was not awake to hear those meaningful and honest words of mine.

Before I know it, I drift to sleep with the warmth of Luke's body against mine.

In the morning, I wake up to soft music and the nice feeling of Luke rubbing my back. It does not hurt me, even though I am bruised and scarred on my back, because is touch is gentle and warm and just like it was when he came across me in the bus when we first met. His pale blue eyes are locked on the ceiling and he is humming to the song. A Drop In The Ocean by Ron Pope, to be exact. So many memories come flooding into my mind with all of what is happening right now: His soft touch, the song he's humming, this position in general.

"Morning Luke," I smile up at him, and I see a large grin appear on his pink lips. He looks down at me and pecks my forehead.

"Morning love," He smiles. "How'd you sleep?"

"Better than ever," I sigh.

"Me too. I barely even slept a wink over in California," Luke admits.

"Same for me, here. It was really hard to carry on without you for an entire month. I slept pain-free last night."

"You were in pain?" He is now frowning.

"Have you forgotten who came to visit me?"

"But-- Before that?"

"Only because you weren't here."

A small smile forms on his lips, taking over the recent frown. "I'm not leaving anytime soon, baby girl. I love you to Pluto and back 100 times."

"I love you more than you'll ever know." I repeated the words I spoke last night that he didn't hear, and felt my own heart warm, and Luke's heartbeat quickened. There are tears in his pretty eyes now-- no doubt they're happy tears. He smiles down at me, fractionally tightening his grip, and honestly it feels really good. It's like this: Luke is my general, literal, physical, emotional, verbal cure. His touch is like aloe. His words are equivalent to medicine. His features are the most brilliant painting in the most famous museum. And his eyes...They're irresistible. So when I say that I love him unconditionally and more than he'll ever know, I am not lying. Nothing in that single phrase isn't honest. It is the complete and utter truth...Because words cannot say how deep I fell in the pit of love labeled Luke Hemmings. He's better than words. I know I've said that I fell in there before....But a hole was ripped in the bottom and I fell through....It's never ending. It's everlasting. My love, his love, our loves, will last forever. Because love doesn't die. And nor will it ever.