text // l.h.

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Luke POV

Okay, what?

She, which I guess from the voice, hung up. I processed what she had said.

She had a low, yet sweet sounding voice. Like the kind of girl that is nice and smiles at everyone when she makes eye contact but if you mess with her she's frightening as hell. She had a light Australian accent, which also sounded American.

She clearly had some boy problems, and self esteem. She had tried to commit suicide, and she thought her friend, Beth I think, was her only friend. Maybe she was, maybe she wasn't. Clark was obviously not a good boyfriend, and she was having a shit day.

It seemed as She lived in one of those teenage girl movies, just she self harmed or harms, too.

Poor girl.

I heard my phone ringing again, it was her. I answered.

Again, no time to talk before she started to rant.

"Im so sorry. I didn't mean to call you, just I have my best friends phone number memorized and I'm having a bad day, clearly, and it's quicker to dial her number than search it and shit, and I called yours. I am so sorry."

She was silent. She was still crying.

"Well, Clark, is his name Clark? i
I think it is. Anyways. You deserve better than Clark. He sounds like a total cunt if you ask me. Not the good kind. Also, I really hope you're not self harming anymore. Im sorry if that's a touchy subject for you. Just don't. Its not good for your health, not just physical, but mentally too. I am sure you're amazing in your own ways that I am totally unaware of because well, I don't know you. There's a reason when you swallowed those pills you didn't die. So you're right, don't cry over him. He's a butt cheek on a stick. You deserve more, and I am sure Beth thinks so too." I say, trying to make her feel better.

"You don't even know me."

"I'm just trying to help." I say, slightly mad.

"I don't need help." She says sternly.

"Then why'd you try to call your best friend while crying?"

"Support."

"Did I not just give you that?"

She was silent, check.

"I don't do that anymore you know. It's been a few months.

I knew what she was talking about.

"That's lovely. I am glad you're feeling better then."

"You're nice to me."

"You haven't done anything for me not to be." I say.

"I am nice to other people all the time, but they're never nice back."

"Hello nice, I'm Luke." I say, cracking a dad joke.

She giggled "Hi Luke, I'm J-"

The line cut off. There was a smash and a screech. What the fuck.