Chapter one hundred and eight

Luke’s POV

I decided to take a break later that evening to my favorite spot. Funny how it was still my favorite even though it held memories of the things I didn't want to remember anymore. It wasn't hard at all for me to get there, considering its location.

A good walk would do wonders for clearing my head.

It held too much of memories of her, of us, of everything she meant to me in this world and that. Her smile, eyes, hair, and voice were etched into the memory so deeply that sometimes I could feel them. My hands remembered every inch of her body.

The way she felt. What I felt when she kissed me, what we did together. The way she screamed at me in the middle of our unruly passion . How we both got out of bed in the morning, smiling at each other like fools in love. She made me laugh. Made me happy.

That was when things changed between us.

I realized how one-sided it had been, she didn't feel the same way about me as I did about her. If she had, she would never have done what s