My heart skipped a beat, or maybe three. Did he really just say that? Was he lying to make me stay or was it true? I didn't know what to say, or what to think. I just stood there with wide eyes looking down on Luke. His eyes started to water again. "Please." He begged. "Please say it back." I could see the tears getting ready to explode. I wanted to say it back, every muscle in my heart screamed at me to say 'I love you'. But my head was filled with all the horrible things that he had done to me the past month. The slavery, the cheating, the lies. How could he really love me? My anger had seemed to have come back.
I withdrew my hand and slowly shook my head. "No." I whispered. At that moment Luke broke down. He placed his hands over his face and began to cry outrageously. They say that seeing a man cry is awkward, but this wasn't a man. This was just a boy. A boy who has the world ahead of him, many people to meet, and many experiences to have. I was not up for being a part of that.
I went to the chair were I had left the clothes that I wore that day. I took them into the bathroom and began to get changed. When I was done I headed back out to see Luke sitting on the edge of the bed, tears still ran down his cheek. I walked over to the phone and asked the receptionist on the other end to call me a cab. Luke just stared at the floor.
I grabbed all my belongings and went to leave the room. Then I felt an hand gently hold my arm. Luke stood behind me with pure sadness in his face. "Please don't go." He pleaded. It hurt to see him like that, but I had to.
I took my arm back and planted a soft kiss on his cheek, "Goodbye Luke." Then I left him standing there and headed down to the lobby. When I got in the cab I called my dad and asked him to book me a flight back home to England. I couldn't stay any more.
I kept the picture of Luke in my head. The look on his face and the tears in his eyes that told me that I broke his heart. I wish I could have left him in a better state, I didn't like the idea of that being the last time ever seeing him. I wished I could have left him happy. But no. I was cruel and I hated myself for doing it.
When I got in I quickly ran upstairs and packed all my stuff. I dragged my suitcase down to see my dad and Liz waiting at the bottom. My dad tried to make me stay. "Don't you want to wait till morning? then maybe you can sort things out."
I shook my head. "I can't, I just need to get away."
Liz gave me a goodbye hug, I made sure to whisper "Sorry" to her. I broke her sons heart, which is exactly what I wasn't suppose to do.
I took my stuff out to the cab and said one last goodbye. Then got in and headed for the airport.
'I'm never going to see him again'
I began to sob quietly in the back seat. I wandered how long it would take for the heartbreak to stop.