Luke
«I’m dating her, but all I think about is you.» MLW
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You’re a sweet and beautiful italian girl. Luke’s an American boy who stayed here for six months as an exchange student last year. You two hit it off from the start, he’s been your first everything and, when he went back to America eight months ago, you started a long distance relationship.
Now you graduated and got admitted to the same college as his, but didn’t tell him as you wanted to surprise him. So, you traveled across the world to be with him.
After quickly settling in your dorm room you went around the campus hoping to catch him, and you did… in the middle of his group of friends, a girl clinging to his arm as if she did that on a daily basis.
Luke…?You said, taking a step forward. He turned at the sound of your voice, eyes wide with horror and conflict. The girl beside him tugged at his sleeve and leaned in.
Who’s she, babe?She asked, eyeing you with a mix of possessiveness and triumph. You quickly turned around and walked away. He didn’t follow you. Now, another couple of months has passed, and your first semester here has gone really well. You made a lot of friends who helped you through your heartbreak, even though seeing him around the campus with another girl -whose name is Aurora- still hurt like shit, and now you were ready to go to your first frat party with your friends. It’s been two hours since you’ve arrived and you’ve been having so much fun, dancing with guys and getting loose, when suddenly a hand grabbed your wrist and dragged you to a smaller, quiet room. Luke’s cologne enveloped you immediately. He turned the light of the room on and immediately pulled you in his arms, his head in the crook of your neck to inhale your sweet scent. When he pulled back, you could see how distressed he seemed, with bloodshot eyes and disheveled hair.
Please, stop engaging with other men.He murmured, voice cracking.
I know i’m dating her, but I can’t stop thinking about you… Amore mio, mi manchi così tanto… I’m sorry…