Is it too late? (Calum + Luke)
I watched him leave.
Sheets crumpled up, pooling at my waist from where I sat on the bed, the warmth of Calum gone, his cologne still there. Faint, but there. Somehow I was relieved he had left. I wouldn't have to worry about those 3 words leaving my mouth by an accident. I could let my guard down again.
I should be used to this by now. We've done this countless times. I'm his little getaway and he's my little everything. He doesn't know that of course. Not yet. Most probably never will.
A single "please stay Calum?" slipped from my lips before I knew it and he stopped then and there, a cold stare at me and he left. That little goodbye he mumbled before closing the door was enough for me to break down. I just had to ruin everything, didn't I?
I watched him leave. And I fell apart.
