This is a different day!!
I woke up in my bed. Luke wasn't next to me. I looked at my hand. It was really bad. It was all bruised. One little tight grip, could hurt so much. Oh! Luke and I are finally the same age! I'm eighteen, he's eighteen.
I got out of bed, and wrapped my hand. I opened the door and searched the rooms for Luke. He wasn't in the house. I walked outside to the bus, and there Luke was, sleeping on the bus. I sat beside him. "Get away from me!" He yelled. "It wasn't my fault! I didn't mean to! I didn't mean to hurt her!" He yelled. "No! No! No! Stop! Don't!" He yelled.
"Luke. Luke baby!" I yelled, as I shook him. "Im sorry!" He yelled. He looked at me. "Why are you here? I hurt you. And you. You shouldn't be near me. What if I hurt you again." He said. "I'm not leaving. Yes, you did hurt me Luke, but I also let it happen. You won't hurt me again, I know you won't." I replied. "Come on. Let's go inside." I said, holding my good hand out. He didn't take it, he got up by himself. "Luke, you can hold my hand you know." I said. He shook his head. I sighed, and took his hand in mine. I put his hand on my heart. "Feel this." I said he nodded. "That's a beating heart. A full heart. Not a broken one. My heart is still beating. For you." I said. He put his hand in mine, and I smiled.
When we got inside, I got stares from everyone. "What?" I asked. "What happened to your hand?" My dad asked. "Oh this? Eh, it was nothing. It's not a big deal." I said. "Here, let me look at it." My aunt said. "Luke, why don't you go on upstairs, and get the guys up." I said. He shook his head. "I want to stay here." He said. I nodded.
"What happened to your hand taylor?" My aunt asked. "Just a little mishap, that's all." I replied looking at Luke. "It's sprained." She said. I quickly took my hand away, and took Luke by his face. "It's okay. It's okay." I said hugging him. He started crying again. "I-I-I sprained your hand. I did this to you." He said. "Luke, remember the beating heart. It's still beating. And it won't stop." I said.
"Tay, why was Luke saying he sprained your hand?" Dan asked. "Honestly, I don't want to be talking to you." I said walking away. "Does he always hurt you?" He asked. "Luke never hurts me. This was an accident, and he hates himself for it." I replied. "Why don't you want to talk to me?" He asked. I just walked away.
I went into my room, and found Luke sleeping on the bed. I smiled, and laid next to him. "Hi." I said. "Hi." He replied, I guess he wasn't sleeping. "I really am sorry." He said. "Luke, stop saying sorry." I said. He nodded. "Just remember next time, when I say calm down, just calm down alright." I said. He nodded. "I love you." I said. "I love you. Too." He replied. "Go to sleep. You barely got any last night." He said. "How do you know?" I asked. "I saw you. You couldn't sleep, you kept on saying things in your sleep, and turning around, and moving." He said. He brought me into his chest, and we both fell asleep.