dear ashton,
i was discharged from the hospital yesterday on the terms that i go to weekly therapy and calum keeps an eye on me.
michael says you've been distant. please don't get sad because of me.
i love you.
love,
luke.
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i sit on the couch next to calum, sighing. he looks over at me.
"you okay?"
"no."
"do you want to watch a movie?"
"yeah."
"which one?"
"titanic."
"jesus fucking christ you have it bad."
"well at least rose knows that jack loves her. even through she's a stupid bitch."
calum laughs. it makes me smile a bit. without another word, he puts our copy- don't ask me why we own it. michael's an idiot- into the dvd player and presses play.
it's one of my better nights.