Pero déjame decirte que las cicatrices son muy importantes, hay que lucirlas con orgullos, porque cada una, pequeña o grande, cuenta una historia, tan pequeña o grande como quieras.
Human relationships are strange. I mean, you are with one person a while, eating and sleeping and living with them, loving them, talking to them, going places together, and then it stops
Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.
morningfears
Rating: PG-13 (There are swears which will probably be a common theme, sorry)
Request: Part 2 of Not Getting Over This
Word Count: 2.3k
“Listen, if you don’t quit with the knocking then I’m going to call the cops. It’s four in the fucking - Luke? What are you doing here?”
Luke shifts his weight from one foot to the other as he quickly shoves his hands in his pockets and smiles sheepishly. His eyes linger on your neck for a moment, noting that the marks he’d left only hours ago are more obvious than when you’d left him, before he meets your eyes. “I, uh, don’t really know? I wanted to talk, I guess. It seemed like a good idea when I left the party.”
“Did you drive here?” you question, your eyes narrowing and your arms crossing over your chest as you take in his flushed cheeks and messy hair.
