"it's 3am and I'm in yet another city, another country, ready for another show. I can't remember what time it is where you are, I can barely remember what it is like to be home, be with you. It doesn't matter though, does it? We broke up. But I can't stop thinking about you. I can't stop the way that I feel broken. None of this means anything without you. I was so worried and caught up in the fact our fame was rising that I let you escape from my fingers. I just want to say I love you and that I don't know why I'm leaving you this voice message," Luke says into the microphone of his phone, the tears travelling down his face as he leans against the walls of the cold street. He can't bring himself to go into the hotel. He can barely bring himself to eat. He just wants you. He just needs you.

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