Unrequited//Hemmings

how can you hold onto someone when they're not even reaching.

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"Yeah, I'll be there in a little bit." He said through the phone. Within 15 minutes, I heard a knock on my door. I opened it, Luke pulling me into his chest. I cried into it, my tears leaving a dark mark on his tshirt.

"When was the last time you saw her?" He asked, referring to my missing mother.

"This morning. She said she was working early but she n-never came back." I stuttered out the words, imagining the worse case scenario of my moms situation. She disappeared into the night, leaving me alone and clueless.

"You'll see her again, okay? Everything will be okay, I promise." I brushed off his comment, looking around for any sign of my mom. I walked into the kitchen, spotting an off white piece of paper slightly tucked under the aloe plant that sat on the counter. I slowly walked towards it and pulled it out from under the plant holder. My eyes scanned the paper that was now damp in some spots from my tears. I shook my head vigorously, not believing what the note read. I stormed into the dining room and shoved the piece of paper into Lukes hands. He read it silently before looking back up to me, sympathy in his eyes.

Rory, I'm sorry but I can't do this anymore. I left all the money I have and if you ever need anything, call your aunt Nancy. I love you so much. Please take care of yourself. We'll see each other again some day.

"You were wrong." I stated quietly, looking to the floor. "You can't keep promising me things. You promised everything would go back to normal after I got out of the hospital. But now my mom is gone, people who hated me two weeks ago are basically acting as if they're my slaves. Always asking me how it happened. If I'm okay. Offering to help me with everything and anything. I liked being a nobody, Luke. I liked having one friend. But I've lost that friend. I've lost my dad. And now I've lost my mom. Things aren't normal. The norm for me is getting woken up in the middle of the night by my parents screaming at each other. Being harassed by Audrey, Taylor, and Kasey. Having one friend that didn't even go to the same school. You not even knowing who I am. It wasn't a perfect norm but it was mine, and I lost it." Luke stared at me in awe as I finished. He looked hurt and confused. His skin was pale and he looked as if he was going to puke, cry, or both.

"You'd rather have me not know who you are." He whispered.

"I didn't mean it like that." I quickly said, placing my hand on his cheek. He jerked away, my hand falling back to my side.

"You'd rather not be with me, is that it? Did you say yes when I asked you to be my girlfriend because you would feel bad if you didn't? Because it was a heat of the moment type thing? Do you regret it now?" His lip quivered as he spoke.

"Stop thinking about yourself for one second of your damn life!" I yelled, startling him. "My mom could be dead for all I know! I need to go."

"It's late, you shouldn't go out by yourself."

"I'm sure as hell not going with you." I spat, pushing past him.

"How will you get around?"

"I'll figure it out." I walked out the front door, my moms car still parked in the driveway. She couldn't have gone far. I got in the car and sped off.

I drove around, cluelessly, before getting to the bridge closest to my house. I spotted a woman with short brown hair in a blazer sat on the edge of the bridge. I got out of the car and ran towards her.

"Mom!" I screamed, catching her attention. She looked at me with tears in her eyes and white knuckles from gripping onto ledge. An eerie gray cloud surrounded her. She was almost transparent, looking less like a person the closer I got.

"Mom, please!" I yelled repeatedly, trying to stop her. I was a few feet away as I reached out for her. I tried grabbing her by the arm but my hand just crumpled into a fist. I looked over the ledge and saw nothing.

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I opened my eyes, sweat dripping down my face and matting my hair down. I looked up to Luke who nervously sat in a chair at my dining room table.

"Where's my mom?" I anxiously asked, sitting up and looking around. He furrowed his eyebrows but sadness was still in his eyes.

"Rory, your mom passed away months ago."

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