"Where am I supposed to start? Wow. I love you. I love you so much that it hurts. Okay, maybe that's the cancer."

His touch set a fire within me- an uncontrollable need to get myself closer to him. But this was Luke- the Luke who had taken me higher than I ever thought I could be, then broke my heart all over again. I break away. "Luke, we can't do this." He smirks, that infuriating lip ring drawing up. "When are you going to get it through your head, Andy Clementine? You're mine, and I'm yours."

| Promises are just very sincere lies. We make them thinking that we'll keep them. But in time, our motivation to keep them fades-- just like the hope and trust others had in us that they wouldn't. It's just sad to think that's what our relationship was built on.| © hemmoempress 2014

(LUKE HEMMINGS IS 18 IN THIS STORY) BEWARE! SEXUAL CONTENT, VIOLENCE, AND AGGRESSION. ~He told me: "If you want to cut yourself, then i want you to take my arm, look me in the eyes, and cut as many times as you would cut yourself." I said: "I couldn't hurt you like that." Then i understood everything...~

Luke was depressed and suicidal, he didn't believe in love, or soulmates and especially not fate. Everything changes once he starts having dreams about someone he has never met or even seen, of course he wants to find that person but fate won't help him when he needs it the most.