"You're living in a fantasy world, Luke. I don't love you." I say bluntly. He didn't respond back. I wanted to pull my hand away but I wasn't ready for the coldness it will have because of his absence.

"You do love me, Chelsea. I can read you like a book. You're a broken girl in need for someone to hold you." He sandwiches my hand between his big ones. I yank back, ignoring the paining. I look him straight in the face.

"I don't need anyone. I can handle this myself." I lied. I did need someone. Luke in particular. Maybe he was right. Maybe my heart wanted his. Maybe my heart wanted him to tower over me while I bury my face into his chest. Maybe my heart want to be able to have him touch me without freaking out. Maybe my heart wanted to be able to kiss him and play with that lip ring.

Maybe I did love him.

"Liar."

"Don't call me a liar! I've been strong for an entire year now! You're trying to break me down into a million pieces after I've already built my walls so high. Stop it, Luke!" I yell, trying to hold back my tears. Luke's eyes went a bit glossy.

"I'm not some asshole wanting to hurt you. I haven't hurt y-"

"Now you're a liar! Remember when you slapped me?! The day I tried for fucking kill myself! You said you'd never hurt a woman but you lied! You're... you're abusive and a douche!" I yelled in his face. He looked down at his hands in disappointment. He put his hand on the side of my face.

"You're right..."

"No! Don't be so calm! I want you to get sad! I want you to yell at me or something! Give me a reason to hate you!" I needed to forget about these feelings. Luke wiped a tear off my face with his thumb.

"Trust me, princess. I am so angry with myself for hurting you. I've given you so many reasons to hate me I don't have enough fingers to count them all." He said. I hold onto his hand to keep it on my face.

"That's not enough reasons." Before I knew it, Luke lays me down on the bed and crawls on top of me so he was hovering over me. My breath hitches at his sudden action. He stared into my eyes like they were a sunset or something.

"Can you feel that? The sparks? Your heart beating out of your chest?" He asked. He wasn't trying to scare me or be seductive, he was being romantic. Or at least trying.

"Luke..."

"Shh. We're together now and that's all that matters." He whispers. I agreed with a nod. He smiles and pushes a strand of my hair behind my ear. He hummed while stroking my hair gently.

"I want to take away your pain, princess. I hate seeing you cry like that." He whispered. I smiled slightly.

"Sometimes crying is the only option."

"Kissing me is another..." I swear I heard him mumble. I chuckled and pushed him up off of me. He laughed and brought me on his lap. I straddle him waist and lay my head against his shoulder.

"Do you believe in anything worse than pain? There is like, then love, then sad, depressed, then pain. Is there anything worse?" Luke asked after silence. I sighed and sat up to look at him.

"Death." Was all I said before he crashed his lips on mine

Notes

Song recommendations

• Bleeding Love - Leona Lewis
• Little Things - One Direction
• How To Save A Life - The Fray
• Towers - Little Mix
• Happy Little Pill - Troye Sivan
• Pizza - Ashton Irwin

Sorry it's short. I've got problems. My bf just broke up with me.. over text!! Whatever i guess
~ Chelsea :) :) :) :)