Fly Away || l.h

13

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It was five years later.

Luke never called like me promised, never even bothered to text me when he came around. I kept on hoping he would, my heart skipping a beat every time my phone received a notification. But it never came. I waited and waited, but no Luke. Nowhere but everywhere. His band had been becoming even more and more famous as time went along, and they had rose to a level of such international fame that no one had even imagined.

Every magazine I looked in, every TV channel, every headlining news article. It was all them. It was all him. My heart was broken, and I couldn't imagine why he never got back to me like he said he would so many times, when he told me he loved me.

At first I thought that he might have lost my number or something like that, or was just too busy, but then Ashton texted me.

hey, Isabella. are you doing okay?

no, not really. has luke said anything about me? i havent heard from him...

well, uhm.. thats why im texting you. he told me not to tell you anything, but you dont deserve that. it seems like he wants nothing to do with you. i dont know why, one second he was fucking crawling all over you and the next? poof.

With those words from Ashton, my life fell so deeply that I wasn't able to get back up for months. Eventually, though, I started to recover.

I missed him every day, I felt a pain in my chest every time I heard his name, saw a picture or video of him singing, and that never subsided.

To this day I still had the pain in me, but it had simmered down to a light hurt that lingered with me wherever I went.

But, just like I told him I would do before, I got into a great college, where I studied art. It had always been something I was passionate about, but it was only know that I had begun to pursue it.

I even met this amazing guy, Brad. He really was so amazing. He could do something for me that no one else could, which was taking away the everlasting pain that Luke left in my heart, even if it was only temporary.

I let myself grow close to him, and he helped me heal even further, but sometimes I wondered if I really loved Brad. One day I was able to see that I did love him, but a part of my heart would always belong to Luke. After all, he was the one who saved me from death.

Almost a year after I met Brad, when we were living together in a cute apartment above central park, he proposed to me, and I accepted. He made me happy, and that was worth everything to me.

More than a few years after Luke left, while I was engaged to Brad, I started to heal the wound that was cut so deeply in me, and I allowed myself to live my life as I had wanted to for so long.

As to my publicity, I was always known as Luke's girlfriend, but not to long after he forgot about me, so did the 5sos fam. I was now just another girl on the list, like Aleisha. No, I was never truly forgotten, but I was no longer relevant.

But, you see, I developed insomnia from Luke. That's one thing that never ever stopped, or went away. Every night when i would close my eyes to fall asleep, he would rush into my head and wouldn't go out. If i tried to ignore it I would have anxiety attacks, so I would always get up and go down to central park in the late hours of the night. I'd lay under the stars, in the very spot that I did with him, and I would relive the beautiful moments I had with Luke.

They were still fresh in my mind, clear as day. I could imagine every detail of him, from his long, blonde, quiffed up hair, to those shoes he always wore. His lip ring that once was pressed against my face, his eyes that I could look into, seeing into his soul. Even the feeling I got every time he touched me, held me, kissed me. I could still feel it. If i thought about him enough, I could almost imagine he was still a reality.