gravity ➳ muke

xxii

The moment I woke up, I knew

something was off. There were no bare

milky arms draped around my torso,

or soft breaths puffed lightly in my ear.

Not a sound was heard throughout

the cozy cabin, and that worried me.

Where was Luke? Did he go out

somewhere? I got up, and immediately

spotted a sheet of paper on the wooden

table. My breath hitched as I saw

rushed words written on the

parchment. I picked it up, and began

reading. Towards the middle of the

page, tears filled my eyes and I began

shaking. Please, please don't let this be

what I think it is, I thought to

myself. I couldn't bring myself to

continue reading. Panic was the only

thing that filled my veins, it's certain

that that was a suicide note. I couldn't

bear to deal with this, the pain that

filled my heart was unbearable. It hurt

in my head, heart and chest and I

suddenly felt like I couldn't catch my

breath. I knew it was too late, but I

couldn't bear it. My Lukey is gone, and I

could not do anything about it.