Battle Scars And All

Olive's P.O.V.

It's been a week since Lucas' accident. A week since we both admitted how much we loved one another. I have been taking care of Lucas as he heals. He broke his dominant arm. Although it's adorable to watch him try to do things with his left hand, it's also sad. I end up helping him with a lot of things, which he both appreciates and doesn't like.

He's a proud man like most and all he wants is to be better already so he doesn't have to depend on me so much. I have been staying at his apartment all week, but it was time for me to go back to my flat. I missed it, and I needed more clothes. Of course, Lucas tagged along. I didn't mind at all.

You would think that we would have grown tired of one another after a whole week beside each other, but it was very much the opposite. We wanted more of one another, and the thought of being away from each other, killed us. I was happy to know that I wasn't the only one of us that felt this way.

"I'm almost done with your freshman year