Iris ↠ l.h.

You're the closest to heaven that ill ever be...

Crying.

If you search it up in a dictionary, as an adjective, it will probably say something like "demanding attention or remedy..."

Cry as a noun is "to utter inarticulate sounds, especially of lamentation, grief, or suffering, usually with tears."

or

"to weep; shed tears, with or without sound."

Then, when you look up tears it says...

"a drop of the saline, watery fluid continually secreted by the lacrimal glands between the surface of the eye and the eyelid, serving to moisten and lubricate these parts and keep them clear of foreign particles"

It all sounds so scientific.

But neither cry/crying related to the definition of tears.

The dictionary made crying sound like a way to seek attention, and the definition of cry just sounded depressing.

The way they describe tears makes it sound like some sort of medication. But in a way it is. Tears and crying itself isn't fun, but when it's over, for some reason, you just feel a bit better.

Like each tear is every single one of your problems slowly leaving your system.

Maybe not all the time though, because sometimes when you're done crying, you just want to cry some more.

But you can't, because some problems will sit inside of you forever.

Sometimes all those problems build up into your eyes and won't come out and you feel like crying all day, but you never do. You just simply feel upset.

Sometimes, only sometimes, is Luke truly elated. Where he felt like all those problems and drops of the saline watery fluid disappear and there is this wonderful thing called a smile placed onto his face.

It's with her.

Obviously.

He knew his actions were becoming obsessive but every glance, every smile, it made his day.

Pushing open the door, Luke embraced the cool air that hit his body.

He decided to skip lunch today altogether.

Michael was out and about talking to girls, getting his mind off she who must not be named. Calum took Sam out for pizza because apparently she was on her period and craving it. So that left Ashton..

with Liza.

Let's just say those two completely isolate everyone, whenever they're together.

He sat next to the tree, lighting his cigarette and leaning backwards so he was laying down on the grass, his face to the sky. It was one of those gloomy days where everything felt/looked like shit and the sky was this big abundance of grey. Yet, at the same time, you couldn't help but love every ounce of it. He gazed out at the sky already feeling the water forming in his eyes, He didn't know why he was crying...it just felt like something that needed to be done.

He heard the grass crunch behind him. Turning his head he let out a small puff of smoke pressing the bud of the cigarette to a rock, watching the light slowly fade out. Then he saw her, the one that brought him the smile on his face.

She let out a small sigh, tossing her backpack on the ground and laying down next to him.

He turned his head to look at her and said, "I'm sorry I keep taking your spot."

She gave him a simple shrug, still gazing at the clouds above them.

"I see why you like to come out here, though."

No response.

Luke gulped, already regretting the words about to come out of his mouth, "do you ever have those days where everything just doesn't feel worth it anymore?"

He knew it was too much information, and she probably didn't care but there was something about her presence that made him feel so comfortable and open, like he could say anything.

She turned her head to look at him, her eyebrows furrowed and her teeth pulling on her lower lip.

She looked worried, almost.

"Sorry, just forget it," he said, looking back up.

But he quickly returned to looking at her as he felt her hand graze against his, giving him chill.

He saw she had one eyebrow raised, almost asking; what's going on?

"I just feel so pathetic sometimes y'know?" Luke chuckled, "I'm too sensitive and honestly, kind of alone, and I don't know I fuck more girls than I can remember and I just feel so pathetic, I guess. My life is just this sad joke."

He saw her smile a little at the part about girls, before leaning upwards and taking a black folder out of her backpack, scanning and flipping through different pages. She looked up at the sky, then back down at him. Chewing on her lower lip, she slowly pulled out a thick piece of paper then a pen from the side of her backpack, writing on it. Finally, she flipped it over and put the paper on top of his stomach, since he was still lying down.

Picking it up, he admired the picture, it was a sky, but the bottom was clouds and there was little strokes of sunlight coming out between each one.

"It's amazing, Iris"

She rolled her eyes and flipped the paper over, on the back in neat tiny handwriting it said

Seems like you could use some sunshine.

His heart stopped as he read the words, it was insane the effect she had on him.

He looked back up at the sky as she was putting the folder back into her backpack and laid down next to him, looking up at the sky.

Heaven.

There was a lot of definitions for heaven.

The one Luke liked the most was "a place or state of supreme happiness"

Iris, she was the ultimate happiness.

She was his heaven.