Our Letters/// Luke Hemmings

Chapter 17~

Luke's Pov:

I answered my phone, "hello April Grace."

There were muffled sounds on the other end and I heard faint talking, I could barely make out what they were saying, "Ma'am please turn off your cell phone...find I'll go outside, oh shit, hello? Luke?

"Luke I...I um..." I heard her crying, "meet me at the café, right now."

"April-"

"Now Luke please!" She hung up.

I panicked. I ran back inside and grabbed my keys. My mom was on the phone but when I came in she look at me concerned, I quickly scribbled down on a piece of paper: I'll be back soon.

She nodded and continued talking to someone on her phone.

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I sped down to the café and ended up getting there before April did. I went to our back table and tapped my leg nervously. I tried to distract myself by going on my phone but it wasn't working. I stared out the window now tapping my fingers. I kept thinking of the worst possibilities.

Stop it Luke.

Stop.

Stop!

I screamed inside my head.

Someone sat down in front of me and I looked up, "April..." I took her hand. She looked up, her eyes were puffy and her makeup was slightly smudged from crying.

"Tell me what's wrong.." I whispered not being able to say it any louder. I felt tears come to my eyes.

She tried to speak but she couldn't. She pulled out a piece of paper and a pen, she wrote something down and passed it to me.

'Its going to be what I think it is' I thought to myself.

I slowly started to read:
I have leukemia and I'm not going to live

I stared down at it as I felt tears stream down my face. I looked back up at her, she was staring about the window, tears falling fast. I got up and sat next to her, putting my arms around her and kissing her cheek. She cried more into my shoulder and I cried more.

"I'm supposed to be at the hospital right now, but I left."

"April, I have to take you back..."

She shook her head more tears falling, "no.."

"Yes April, I do if you're going to get better-"

"I'm not going to get better," she snapped.

But then her face softened and she started crying some more. Tears still streaming down my face and guided her out the door, to my car and started driving to the hospital.