We were standing on the sidewalk in front of my house.
"What'd I do, Lucy?"
I turned and looked at him. His chest was bare and he was just wearing a pair of old grey sweats.
Luke shook his head, trying to comprehend what I had just said.
"What are you talking about, Lucy?"
I looked at his blue eyes, trying not to cry.
"I have to go," I nearly whispered.
I ripped my gaze from his and turned away, heading towards my house.
"Wait," he grabbed my arm, turning me towards him.
I looked up at him and in a second his lips were on mine. It was a soft kiss.
A single tear slid down my cheek when he pulled away.
"Don't cry, I'll see you tomorrow," He wiped the tear from my face with his thumb.
I looked down and shook my head.
"No you won't," I said quietly, hoping he wouldn't hear me.
He stepped back.
"What do you mean?"
I took a deep breath.
"I'm not going to be here tomorrow,"
"What, why not? Where are you going? Lucy?"
"I'm leaving. I'm moving to England," I gulped, waiting for his reaction.
His face paled.
"What?" His voice cracked with emotion.
"Luke, I'm sorry," I moved my hand to touch his face.
He stepped away.
I let my hand drop to my side, knowing I had hurt him badly.
"Don't touch me,"
Without taking another look at me, he turned on his heel and walked quickly towards his house.
He kept walking.
I had to run to catch up to him.
I grabbed his arm. He jerked it away, causing me to lose my balance. My knees hit the hard pavement. He didn't turn around.
"Luke!" I sat there on my knees crying as I watched him go into his house and slam the door behind him.
I stayed like that, head in hands, for what seemed like hours. It was only a few minutes.
"Lucy!" I heard a woman call. It was my mother. "Lucy, you need to pack your stuff, the trucks going to be here in an hour!"
I wiped the tears from my eyes and stood up. I looked up at Luke's window, hoping to see him looking back down at me. He wasn't.
"Coming!" I called back to my mother.