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Good Intentions ⇼ Luke Hemmings

One.

Some people are meant to fall in love, but they are not meant to be together. Luke and I, we were meant to love, but not meant to last—we wanted to be the sky, but we ended up being dust. There was nothing poetic or beautiful about the way Luke and I destroyed each other. There was nothing captivating about the way we shattered each others hearts. But when we were together, we were happy. And to us, happiness was not about the things that went well in our lives, it was the euphoric sense of tranquility. To us, happiness was not feeling like we should be somewhere else, doing something else, with someone else. Happiness was just holding each other and watching Friends. It’s been five years, and I still long to be that happy again.

I left Luke when I woke up in the hospital. The pain of his leaving was too evident in all I tried to accomplish. As my final school year was over by the time I woke up, I left mum’s house and moved into a flat in the center of Sydney. After completing four years of college, I got a job as a secretary for a CEO of a fashion company, and moved in with my new boyfriend, Maiko—a journalist. Maiko and I have only been dating for a year, but I haven’t mustered up the courage to figure out whether I love him.

Everything seems funny, though. Between my work, Maiko, and an occasional visitation with Kaylee, Ash, and their child, I have no time for myself. I wish I could see my other friends, though. Steph and Calum set off a year ago to see the world as their honeymoon, and Ella lives with Mikey in Adelaide—they got engaged last month. I don’t have time to visit Ella in Adelaide, and Kaylee brings Josi and Ash over every once and a while.

Living with Maiko makes me feel like an adult, out of place and sultry. He tells me he loves me every day and touches my body as if I’m written in braille and he is blind. Although I feel appreciated with him, but I still dream of Luke. It’s funny how much things can change. How I don’t think of him at all, but when I left I couldn’t stop crying. Everything is different now. I left mum’s house with good intentions, but I got torn down in the process. So much so, that I can’t tell my boyfriend I love him, and waking up next to him still chokes me up.

***

The bow curve of his lips resonated through my mind, his arms held me like a bridge above water.
“Good morning.” He whispers, pulling me to him as if I were the stitches that held a blanket together. He is the blanket, filling me with warmth and fuzzy feelings. As he holds me, I can’t help but squeeze my eyes shut and try to mend the broken pieces we’ve become—I try to show him what pieces of us need to be sown by tracing my fingers up and down his arms, making circular motions on his biceps. My hands, they travel to his and hold them tightly in remembrance of when we loved each other. I want to guide him through my memory and my dreams. I want to guide him through the part we missed that became so natural. He pulls my hips in, my body touching his in every way imaginable as I open my eyes, he kisses my forehead and whispers to me. “I love you.” He tells me, unknowingly stealing my heart once again.


My eyes sprang open with a small gasp. I can’t help but rub my eyes in annoyance, trying to forget the dream I had about Luke. Maiko glances back at me with a raised eyebrow.
“Good morning, Romina.” He chuckled, straightening his tie. I’d stopped going by Romy since I left. Literally no one calls me Romy anymore. I can’t stand the sound of it rolling off their tongues.
“Morning.” I sighed, holding my hand out to him. Walking over, he lightly took it, pecking my lips. As he tried to walk away, I pulled him back so he was sat on the edge of our bed. “Maiko?” I asked quietly, thinking about my dream.
“Yeah?” He pushed my hair away from my face.

“Am I too needy?” I asked slowly.
“You’re fine.” Maiko laughed, causing me to frown. “Everyone has their weaknesses.” He softened, standing up to finish his morning routine. He half-smiled at me, ignoring my need to constantly be touched and told I’m love; though, I never return the favor. I wish I could love him as he loves me. I wish he was the muse to my poetry. I pray for a day where he does not have to beg me to act like less of a pound of meat and more like a wolf—to act as if I had learnt the fervor of honest hearts, rather than dragging him over an open fire. I am a saw, I cut him—but he does not die.

“Why don’t you get ready?” He suggests. “It’s half six. You’ll be late if you don’t get a move on it.” He checked his watch. “I’ll make you breakfast.” He walked out of our room. After showering and fixing my hair, I met Maiko in the kitchen. “Hey babe.” He handed me a cup of coffee, kissing me before setting two plates on the table. “I’ll be late today.” He told me. “I have a deadline to meet tonight, so I’m staying until I finish. Haven’t even started yet.” I nodded slowly, taking a bite of my food. “Don’t wait up.”
“What are you working on?” I asked him.
“It’s an article about escalating crime in Brisbane.” He sighed. “It’s been a drag, really. But the day the articles were assigned, I came in late so I got the short end of the stick…” His voice trailed off.
“I can’t wait to read it, regardless.” I offered an encouraging smile, taking another bite of my food.

***

“Hey.” Mallory muttered, sitting next to me in the breakroom. She was a petite, natural redhead with an obsession with pink lipstick. “How are you?” She asked. Mallory and I had become quite close throughout my year being here. She was in a different department, and we had lunch together every day.
“Eh.” I shrugged, “I had a dream about him.” I frowned, taking a bite of my sandwich.
“Wanna talk about it?” She leaned in, playing with her nails.
“He used to snuggle up in the crook of my neck, he wrapped his hands around my waist, he stole my heart. Mornings aren’t the same without waking up to him.” Biting my lip, I stared up at Mallory to see a sympathetic smile. She set her hand on mine and avoided eye contact.

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Comments

@Allie Miller
:)))

ohhhh!!!! getting right on it

@exiiliious
Same. Well, I guess you probaly figured that out from the reference and my profile picture of Gerard Way. XD

@Ana Hemmings'
I love MCR haha

OH MY GOD!! I cried so hard when their son died! I'm not okay(anyone else catch that MCR reference? No? Ok then.)! Please update this!!!