You and Luke were best friends.

You had recently broken up with your boyfriend and you were a wreck. Luke hated seeing you like that, his heart dropping to his stomach whenever he heard your voice waver on the other end of the phone.

Tonight, you were laying on the floor in your room, crying once again.

You heard the bedroom door open and you sat up quickly, trying to wipe your tears.

Your gaze met Luke’s and your eyes welled with more tears and soft sobs left from between your lips.

He stared down at you, his eyebrows scrunched as he watched you with worry.