I awoke to a loud pounding on the door. It startled me at first, but a familiar voice hid behind it.
"Hemmings, let me in!" Hal pounded obnoxiously, probably waking up the whole damn city. I stumbled to the door and weakly gripped the handle.
The sunlight hit me instantly, blaring into my eyes that still had a somewhat blurry vision. Next, the cold morning air bitterly hit my skin. Then Hal.
She latched onto me in an everlasting hug that literally took my breath away. "Luke, I'm so sorry, I--" she sniffed me. "Have you been drinking?" But I didn't even have to answer that because she spotted the two bottkes of vodka I had stolen from her house.
"So that's what you did at my house-- wrote that little three word note and stole my father's liquor."
"Hal, I--"
"I don't know if we should have a serious conversation if you're drunk."
I was tired of not being able to get a word in ever since she left me at the beach. I slammed the door shut. "Look, I'm not drunk anymore, just hungover. I got drunk because I thought I fucking blew it with you! I took things too fast, you were right, and I shouldn't have. But you let it happen, Hal. You let it happen, too." She looked down in shame. "Do you know how long I've wanted to spend that type of night with you?" I shouldn't have said that last part because I didn't even know the answer, but I didn't tell her that. "It's been two years and..."
"...and I broke our promise..." A tear slid down her cheek. "We said we'd never leave and I did. I left you."
I ran my hand through my messy blond hair and shook my head. I carefully walked over to her.
First, I took both her hands in mine. Mine were much larger than hers, but I still felt like they intertwined perfectly. I towered over her head, giving her a light kiss on her forehead. Then, she rested her head against my chest and began to cry some more. I pulled her in closer to me, wrapping my arms around her waist as her head shook with sobs.
"Shhh," I soothed her. "Hal... Haleigha... Shhh, calm down, baby." But she didn't stop crying, she only cried more. I scooped her up with my hands already around her waist and gently carried her to the bed. I laid her down and then laid right beside her, pulling her close to me once again.
"You didn't break the promise," I assured her. "You gave it boundaries." I spotted my guitar I had leaned up against the wall and went over to get it.
"Hal," I started. "I've wrote a song for you." She slowly sat up, wiping her eyes.
"You did?" She sniffed. I nodded with a smile. "When?"
I gave a deep sign. "A year ago," I admitted. "I wrote it a year ago..."
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the promise ➳ hemmings
Fanfiction| Promises are just very sincere lies. We make them thinking that we'll keep them. But in time, our motivation to keep them fades-- just like the hope and trust others had in us that they wouldn't. It's just sad to think that's what our relationship...
