The Probability of Violet & Luke

I wish I’d never met the bastard known as destiny.

I care about Violet more than I care about myself. Maybe even… Love her? Fuck, am I in love? No, there’s no way. I don’t even know what love is.

To help wake up every day, I try to tell myself that I’ll get over Violet eventually, because time is supposed to heal all wounds or some stupid shit like that, but it seems like time is having the opposite effect on me. The wounds have become infected and their seeping through my body and rotting me from the inside out.

Life. I hate it. More than ever. And destiny, it can go to hell. I fucking hate destiny.

We could talk..." I take a long inhale off my cigarette and gradually let it out, smoke circling my face. "If you want to." She tenses as she shakes her head and stares out the window to the side of her. "I want to play make believe for just a little bit longer." God, i've never felt my heart shatter for someone else more than I have at this moment.