The Angel to my Scars

Chapter 46

~~~~This is the final chapter so, I'm making sure it excedes 2000 words and I will write out the playlist for you guys to understand the mood of the chapter. Enjoy your final moment with Luke, Claire, and Calum.~~~~

Playlist:

Ed Sheeran: Wake Me Up

Colbie Callat: Bubbly

Ed Sheeran: Kiss Me

Gavin Degraw: Soldier

Ed Sheeran: Thinking Out Loud

A fine Frenzy: Almost Lover

5 sauce: Beside You

Sam Smith: Stay With Me

Claire's P.O.V

I wake up the next morning lightly held up to Calum. He smells of vanilla. Not like the scent you smell in perfumes or lotions. Like vanilla extract. Its mainly because last night, I poured vanilla extract in his shampoo. At least he smells good. Unlike the axe he's been wearing that I've been begging for him not to use anymore. Because I swear up and down, every time I hug him, I nearly suffocate because of how strong the scent of axe is. Its nearly too much.

I look up to sleeping Calum. He looks like a teddy bear you could cuddle with all day. He just looks that adorable asleep. So, I pull myself closer to him. Causing him to wake up.

"What's wrong?" he asks me in his sleepy voice. My heart melts. His voice sounds so peaceful when he's sleepy.

"Nothing, I just like cuddling close." I explain, nuzzling into his bare chest.

"We should do something today." he says after a few moments of silence pass.

"Like what?" I ask.

"Well, you said a few weeks ago, you wanted to get a tattoo, how about that?" he suggests. I take it into consideration for the day.

"But, what would I get?"

"Anything, think of something that stands out to you." he says.

And then it hits me. Life. That'll be my tattoo. It makes sense. I've thought about my life and realized, it flashed before my eyes. I remember being a five year old girl in kindergarten, afraid to try new things. Afraid bad things will happen. Afraid of the "boogey man."

I also remember being sixteen and finding out Monica was dead. It hurt so much, knowing she was no longer with us.

*Flashback*

I rush into the hospital and straight to her room. I can't loose my sister, I can't loose my sister. I don't want to loose her.

When I barge into the room, I immediately rush over to her side. She laid there, peacefully.

I reach out to her boney hand and hold it gently. I shed a tear before she speaks.

"Tell Calum, I love him." She tells me before taking her last breathe.

"No! Monica, you can't, no, please. Stay with me now, stay with me." I say before Luke pulls me away from her side. "No, she can't be gone now! She's too young!"

"She's in a better place now, Claire. And we have to accept that." He tells me cupping my face. I notice his eyes looking down to my lips, but instead I jump into his arms and bury my face into his shoulder.

I hear footsteps coming down the hall. We both look and see its Calum. He stops right in front of us. I pull out of Luke's embrace, and before I could get a word out, I shake my head while crying. Calum then pulls me into a hug. I then feel a set of arms wrap around Calum and I. I assume its Luke.