Fly Away || l.h

09

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I sat there in central park, looking up above to the stars that shined above the trees. I leaned back against the back of the wooden bench, savoring the moment.

I almost forgot that Luke was there with me, but I was again reminded of his presence by the rustling of his feet against the leaves that were on the ground.

"Hey you." he said, softly.

"Are you really sure that we are doing the right thing here?" I was looking down at my feet.

"Izzie what the hell are you talking about? What do you mean?" he asked.

"I know we both kinda feel as if this is some great thing that's happening, but how sure are we that it really is? I mean, we met only earlier today and now the whole world thinks we're dating." I couldn't resist glancing over to him.

"Hey, I know this is moving insanely fast, especially for me of all people." Luke looked up into my eyes and smiled, I just scoffed at him.

"Really though, I never really got it. Why me? Why like this? Try to make me understand." I even cringed at my own voice, taking note of my harsh tone.

"Izzie, please, why are you being like this? I already told you exactly why. You just seem so special and precious to me."

"No, I know that isn't why. I knew from the second you told me I was 'beautiful' that something was off. It just didn't seem that genuine, but I let myself look past that because I knew exactly who you are." I almost yelled out, and I regretted every word that I spat out of my mouth.

"I just needed somebody to love. Believe me, I know how unfair that is to you. But, I just let my anxiety, my hurt, my selfishness take over in that moment, and I decided to let go. To love someone new." I was taken aback by the tears that were running down his cheeks, dripping down onto the sleeve of his jacket, which he tried to hide and quickly wipe away.

I allowed myself to gasp, again realizing what he said about his old girlfriend that was in the asylum. My mind was flooded with even more feelings that I wasn't able to control, with such a mixture of emotions that even I was surprised that I was capable of feeling so strongly.

He still was in love with that girl, he was trying to get me to replace her. He was using me in ways that I never even imagined were possible.

I looked up at him again, trying to steady my shallow breath.

He bit his lip and looked up at me again, with tears forming in his eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Isabella. I can only imagine what you must think, what this could be like for you."

I could only barely see the areas around his eyes reddening, as he slouched over on the bench, his body hanging just above his knees.

"Is that all I am to you? A mere replacement for a love that you were once able to call your own?" I shouted, realizing I was attracting attention from onlookers. I was glad they weren't able to recognize either of us, since it was so dark.

"No, baby, not at all. I think it is really you that doesn't understand here." he muttered, trying to muster the courage to make eye contact with me again.

"DON'T CALL ME THAT! I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU LIE TO ME ONE MORE TIME I'M LEAVING HERE AND NEVER COMING BACK." I couldn't contain my infuriating anger, I didn't even know what was going through with me. I couldn't stop myself.

He just took my hand, fighting against my pull, and didn't say a word. I eventually gave into him and allowed him to lead me to a bench at the other end of the park, farther away from the people that were walking near the street, obviously interested in our fight.