gravity ➳ muke

xxiii

Two weeks later.

The police found him in the lake. The

lake. That's what hurt me the most, he

chose to drown himself the last place I

took him. The guilt ate at me alive, it

felt as though I caused Luke to do what

he did. He was already weakened

enough with his self esteem and my

mistakes. He was damaged, and I was

determined to fix him, but he masked

himself well. Luke was my world, but I

could not give him one. He was my

gravity, he drew me to him. We were

magnets that were unable to separate.

It was beautiful and tragic. We were

many things, but more than anything

we represented love. I know I loved

him, and in Luke's note he told me he

loved me as well. I just, I could not go

on with him not here. Without him,

there is no me. So I guess, I am unable

to carry on.