"Who do you think you are?" I yelled at him, choking on my tears. My face burned up, my fists clenched by my sides. I needed to break something, and I wanted it to be him.
"Your husband," He said calmly as ever. "You're cute when you're mad, you know that?" He came close to me, chest to chest, well chest to neck (he was so tall, I hated it). I struggled to push him away, except he held me in a tight embrace.
Who would've known the man from freshmen year, who kicked my ass, would be my husband. My husband, who still breaks me.
*Courtney*
I can't believe it. I'm in New York!
I'm actually doing this. This right now is real as real can ever be.
But Luke. He was the best. I miss him.
*Luke*
I miss her. But she is doing what she loves.
I want her back in my arms.
I don't want her to be across the world.
I just want her back.
*Courtney*
I love him I do but I need to do this.
I need to do art. It's what in best at.
It's hard but I'm 'Away From him."