I grabbed the cigarette out of her hand and stomped it on the ground. I look up at her, longingly, I am so helpless.
"I'm sorry.."
I bow my head in shame as tears slide from my eyes onto the floor.
"I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions like that I didn't even know if you wer-."
"Yeah. We were"
More tears slid down my face and her face got wetter with more tears. We both just stood there and cried. Without voices or anything, just crying.
"Can I stay here with you for a while?"
"Ok."
I lied in her bed with her and just hugged her and never let go. I loved her so much, I just don't know how to admit it to myself. I care so much for her, I never want this moment to end. She snuggled her head into my chest like a lost puppy. She longed for someone to care and not to leave her. Maybe I could be that person.... or maybe I'll never live up to that expectation.
I whispered into her hair.
"You're so cute."
I felt her smile against me and I even got a small giggle out of her. I knew slowly we could rebuild our relationship.
Luce's POV:
I sat there pressed up against Jackson, it felt as if time was standing still. This moment was perfect. We can fix this. I just know it. I'm so tired and my eyelids get heavier. Finally I pass out in his arms. I hope this never ends.
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My Abusive Brother
Teen FictionLuce is a 14 year old girl dying for a purpose in life by living through a Diary and avoiding her older, less sober brother Conan. Devastation is slowly suffocating her as she is nearing poverty, her father is overseas fighting a war, and her mother...