Page 67 of The Destruction You Desire
"I missed you," I whisper, needing to get everything out.
"I missed you too, Luc." She sighs as if she's fighting with whether to say something or not.
"Say it, Let. Shit can't get any worse right now."
"I'm worried about Lee."
"That makes two of us."
"Pretty sure he didn't spend last night at home. He looked… he was a mess."
"Fucking hell," I groan.
"I know. I'm sorry. I didn't want to say anything but–"
"It's fine, Let. I know shit's up with him. I can feel it. I just wish he'd fucking talk to someone."
"I'll try again but you know what he's like."
"Sure do. Stubborn, fucker."
"You should get back to Peyton, Luc. No matter what she says, she needs you right now. And if you're serious about proving yourself then you need to be there."
"I am. Could you do me a favor?"
"Of course. Anything."
After asking Letty to check in on Fee and Kayden, I hang up and rest my head back against the wall for a beat.
I barely slept last night. If I wasn't watching Peyton with my head spinning, filled with regrets and trying to come up with killer ways to prove to her that I really want this, I was waiting for one of our cells to ring with bad news.
I want to try to be positive for her, but I'm finding it hard when the situation seems so fucking dire.
I shoot Lee a message, inquiring as to who he hooked up with last night, something fucking normal before going for the coffee I was meant to be getting.
It feels like I've been gone ages by the time I push through the door to Libby's room balancing two coffees and cupcakes in one hand.
I was expecting to find Dr. Willis in here giving an update but it's still only Peyton in the exact position she was in when I left her.
"Hey sorry, Letty called and—" She turns to me, tears soaking her cheeks, her bottom lip trembling. "Fuck. What's happened?"
I all but throw the coffees to the table beside Libby's and drop to my knees in front of Peyton.
"D-Dr. Willis just left. S-She wanted to wait f-for you b-but—" She hiccups, cutting off her words.
"What did she say? What did the tests and scans show?"
"T-They were good," she cries.
"G-good? Wait, what? They were good?"
She sniffs, pulling one of her hands from mine to wipe her cheeks. "Y-yeah."
"Holy shit, P. When I saw your face I thought—" I slam my lips shut. It doesn't matter what I thought, and Peyton certainly doesn't need to hear the words out loud.
"I'm sorry, I just—" She blows out a long breath.
"It's okay. You have nothing to apologize for."
