Luke's POV
I'm not giving up on him. I won't.
It seems like he's giving up on himself. It's sad.
"I don't care what happens to me Ashton. I care. Nobody else may not, but I do" I said reassuring.
"Luke! I don't want your fucking pity! I'm sick of it. I know you don't care! You can stop pretending" Ashton practically yelled at me.
I flinched by the sudden loud words.
"I'm sorry Ashton. But I care. You might not think I do, but i do" I said softly.
"Whatever" he said walking out of the room, to the room I showed him.
Why does he think everyone hates him. I don't hate him.
You have no ideas how many times I was about to lean in and kiss him right there. But somehow managed to hold it in.
Ashton's POV
Why doesn't he get it. I hurt wish I could explain, but if I do, it means I trust him.
And trusting leads to heart-break. And I don't want to be more hurt then I am.
He needs to understand, that he can't help the sad boy who's slipping away.
I'm really not fine at all.
And he can't fix that. Nobody can, they just don't understand.
Someone, I just wish someone could.
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How is it? Sorry it's so short.
