What's There To Be Scared Of?

Naomi's POV

Okay, I admit. I am too weak when it comes to Lucas. I tried everything I could do to continue my days without seeing him even if we are literally in the same building, without talking to him that I could almost smash my phone several attempts just so I won't dial his number.

I miss him so much and this pain that he caused me was too much to take in, but it's more painful not seeing him or being in his firm but soft arms wraps around my body. I badly want to see his face and stare at his perfect features. I miss hearing his voice that always calms me down and lulls me into thinking that he could put me to sleep while listening to his voice.

It's been one hell of a week, I could barely sleep as I always ended up crying and staring at his pictures that I've taken on the internet since he came out to the public. Lots of his pictures everywhere, in magazines, in tabloids, name it. His pictures are scattered everywhere and I'm glad they have them so I could see him everyday eve