Chapter Nineteen

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Makayla's POV 

I layed in my warm bed for the millionth time today.

I watched the sun rise and fall as it always does, but today it was different. It had a sort of glow that illuminated my room, a familiar glow I haven't appreciated in a long time. A soft knock pulled me out of my thoughts.

"M-May?" A muffled voice asked.

"Go away Michael." I heard the door freak open, and a husky voice said:

"I'm not Michael." I immediately turned around to see Luke standing there with red eyes. He had been crying too.

"Luke? What're you doing here?"

"I uh, I want you to know that I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking and just being an idiotic fool for letting you go. Please, can we be together again?" His eyes watered at my emotionless expression.

"Leave."

"May, I-"

"Luke you tore me apart! You lead me on!"

"I didn't want to!"

"Well you did, and Michael was right, you are just a player. You only date for the fun of it, huh? Waiting to-"

"Stop it! You know I love you and that what you're saying isn't true!"

"Do I?" 

I rolled by over, and I heard a small sigh and a dip in the bed.

"May, please look at me." I stayed still. "I love you, okay? And I'm sorry. So fucking sorry." Hearing his soft voice crack made my heart break a little, but I stayed where I was. "Bye, May." He got up and shuffled to the door.

"Luke," I called to him, sitting up.

"Yes?"

"I love you too." A smile appeared on his face, and we hugged tightly. However, our tear-jerking moment was interrupted by a dreaded person.

"May, who are you talking to?" Michael came in, and his eyes narrowed at Luke. "Lucas."

"Really Michael?!" I yelled.

"What? He abandoned you if you didn't notice."

"I'm sick and tired You your bullshit, okay? You need to let go of whatever bad feelings you have towards Luke and just accept the fact that we love and need each other." Luke intertwined his hands in mine. 

"Fine." He mumbled, leaving the room.

"That was easier than I thought." Luke giggled, holding me again. "I love you. And thank you for forgiving me, I don't deserve you." My body warmed at the thought of him saying those things.

"You're welcome." I sighed, burying my head into his chest. We flopped on the bed, finally being able to enjoy each other's presence one again.

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