Close As Strangers l.h (sequel to The Only Reason)

One

"Marley, I'm fine", I snapped, as she asked me for the millionth time if I needed anything. I don't need anything, I just want to die already, so this pain would end. It's been six weeks since Luke left for tour and I've been miserable. I ran my hand through my short and boyish looking hair. Since I've gotten chemotherapy, my hair is now gone. I look horrible too, so that's just great.

A lot has changed over the 6 weeks that Luke's been gone. Marley and the other girls have made me go to therapy since they assumed I was depressed. I mean, they're assumption was right, but you still can't go around assuming that people are depressed. "Alright", she sighed. "Just call if you need anything."

"Whatever", I replied. I got up off my bed and looked out the window. I was still waiting for Luke's call, he said he would. But then again, in the last six weeks luke hasn't been very good at keeping his word. Just as I assumed he wasn't going to call, my phone started ringing. I picked the phone up and I was greeted with loud music in the background. "Hey baby", Luke greeted. "Hi Luke", I replied, emotionless. "What's wrong?" What's wrong? Oh nothing, I'm just dying and your a thousand miles away from me. "Nothing, I'm fine. Sorry", I lied. "How are you?" I asked him, chipping the nail polish off of my nail. "I'm good, just really tired. And I really really really miss you", he chuckled quietly. "I miss you too."

The loud music in the background switched off and I heard Michael screaming at Calum. "I miss them too", I laughed. "God, your laugh is beautiful." I blushed and shook my head, even though he couldn't see me. "How did your checkup go?" I sighed, "I'm going to die, Luke. If that's what you're asking." This was how most of conversations went. It was getting kind of tiring having to explain to him every time he called that I'm going to die and there's nothing we can do about it.

"Can we actually not talk about that today? I'm not in the mood to argue", I told him, before he could even respond. "Okay, well I'll call you later, I've gotta go get ready." I nodded and watched a couple walk by, holding hands. "I love you", he said, his voice shaky. "Yeah", I sighed, before hanging up.

I still don't understand why we haven't just broken up. I'm going to die and he's probably gonna be miserable for a few days and then move on. It's not that hard to forget about me.

"Marley!" I called out. She came running up the stairs and stared at me for a moment, waiting for me to speak. "Can we go out? I don't want to stay here all day." She gave me a sympathetic smile and nodded. "Was it Luke again?" She asked. I nodded, tears threatening to spill. "Come here", she held out here arms and I fell into them. "I hate this, Marley."

"It's gonna be okay, Isabelle."

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Okay,terrible terrible ending but this is my sequel to the only reason and this story might be a bit triggering so if you cannot handle that I suggest you don't read this, but if not then please continue.

I love you guys a lot and thanks for reading