Luke Riordan knew one thing; he hated you as much as he loved you — from all of his being. When his eyes closed to let go, all the dreams he made were about you, you and you from morning to night. From winter to summer; Luke could never stop thinking about you.

His best rival; his former best-friend that he had cherished more than it was possible, a lover that had betrayed him.

The worst and best thing that had ever happened to him and Luke just wanted to break the curse you had left on him; the one that kept him from hating you altogether.

He was sure you had asked someone to do that; because why couldn’t he stop thinking about you?

Why could he see your smile in his dream, remember the sweet aroma that was natural to your skin — the way you glowed under the sun. He remembered the way you whispered in his ears, how you looked at him with such love.

And now; all of this was gone. Because you had decided to betray him, to break his heart — to leave without a word. Now all Luke could do was think about the empty promises and the lies that spread from your lips. When you had said you’d never leave him. What a lie.

And for Luke, to see you there, under the golden lights of the club; dancing and laughing like nothing mattered, it hurt. It shouldn’t, because Cate is here now, and she glued his soul back.

So why is he walking toward you, eyebrows furrowed, heart beating in his chest?

It was almost as if time stopped when you lifted your eyes to him; him that was standing in front of you, still like a Greek statue.

“Not a text, not a call— not even a fucking piece of paper to say good-bye? I’m not even worth the effort of you breaking up with me, {{user}}?” he speaks loudly over the music.