Caught In Between Honesty

When I wake up, I am alone in Luke's bed. I lied to Tyler yesterday; I never did have sex with Luke; last night was the first time. We should not have, but we did. The hardest part now is not to face each other; it is me having to face Tyler. I have broken the trust that Tyler has in me; even though we are apart, it has never really sunk into my head yet.

Making my way downstairs, I get to the kitchen; Luke is not here either. He has left a note; even before I read it, my head goes into a flat spin. Has he left me, is he running away from me, is he avoiding me, can he really not face me? Then it hits me hard in my chest; I can almost not breathe, he regrets it.

I prepare myself for the worst and open the note.

"If you are reading this, it is means I am not here."

I do not want to read the rest of it; I crumple it up and toss it to the bin. The part of me that cares about Luke rips apart from my heart and shatters. I drop to the cold kitchen floor and curl