PROLOGUE:
| luke's pov |
She traced her fingers on the side of my face; if I had the will to move away, I would have. But with Emma gone, I'd given up. I've lost the will.
There was no reason to keep moving forward– there was nothing to look forward to.
Every day, I cried. I cried because I couldn't do it anymore. I cried because I was stuck in this place. I cried because I knew it was my fault.
I could have done something. I could have stood up and fought for her. But I didn't.
And not a day goes by that I don't think about it.
If I wasn't helpless and weak, I could have helped her. She could have lived. We didn't have to be together; I just wanted her to be alive.
"Aw, you poor thing," Vicky cooed, her hand finding its way to the hem of my shirt. "You haven't had some fun in a long time, haven't you?"
I had nothing to say, so I just stared blankly at her. I wasn't threatened, in any way. I had lost the only thing important to me– there was nothing else I could lose.
"I guess Emma was really not of use, after all." She laughed, mockingly, lifting up my shirt, trying to get it off me.
My eyes narrowed; talking to me that way was fine, Emma was a different story.
I moved away from her, her grasp on my shirt being released. I didn't leave the room. I stood there, glaring at her.
She rolled her eyes. "She deserved to die, and you know it."
"No," I muttered, again and again. She didn't. I should have died.
Her cold hands cupped my face, and she kissed me. I had my lips pursed tightly, which stopped her from getting any further.
Vicky pulled away and smiled at me. "Let's continue this later." She left the room I was in, and as always, she locked it from the outside, so I had nowhere to go but here.
I wiped my lips with the back of my hand. I tried to erase the appalling taste on my lips– which was of tea. It wasn't the one I liked.
It didn't taste like chocolate.
"No... I don't want this."
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laconic ↦ luke hemmings {au}
FanfictionCOMPLETED | MINI-SEQUEL TO PLACID | Silence won't save you.