Dark Abyss

Chapter 23: Spark

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"Do you have anything to do in mind for today?" A lethargic Luke regarded me by the solitude of his hebetude, standing against the entrance door of my small and frigid settlement.

"Stay in. Do a Sandra Bullock movie marathon while eating ice cream with all types of junk food." I answered while switching channels unconsciously to the TV. Everything appeared to be dull.

"Wow! A real life goal, Annaliese." He frivolously chided through a deep kind of laugh that brought a sort of burning twist in my stomach that left no position for any type of lucid thought. Setting on a random cartoon channel, I turned to look at him. Both arms were crossed across his chest as the words 'Lost My Mind' were printed in the black tee shirt. There were holes on each knee in those black pair of skintight jeans that looked identical to every pants in his wardrobe.

"Hey, don't be jealous, Lucas." I quickly retort whilst nervously chuckling to cover up my ogling him, praying silently that he doesn't notice.

A patient laugh, quiet and small as he gazes down and drops his arms. "When will you stop calling me that? It's not my name." Luke questions with a smile coating his features, taking his bottom lip ring between his teeth.

"When you stop calling me by my first name." I answer and give him a quick bogus smile before laughing at him when he rolled his eyes.

"What? Annaliese?" Frolic Luke always found a way to mold the supersonic time we spent together into relishing memories. His sublime moods always created an aura around him that made it easy to be accompanied by. It was one of the obstacles listed among others that I would miss when escaping the castle. That is if I ever get to run away.

"See, don't complain about it later." I tell him mischievously to challenge the smirk on his lips provoking me.

"I don't understand why you despise your first name so much. Please, shine a light on the subject." His fascination towards the mild and unpretentious subject made me flummoxed, causing me to inhale a gulp of air along with a chunk of saliva. Effectively, I ended up making a noise resembling a squeal between coughs while trying to ask 'what?' My inner self stood with her mouth hanging open and an eyebrow reaching her hairline while a handful of popcorn was left midair, her face an immaculate expression of 'what the actual hell, Blaire?'

"It just holds a...deeper- personal meaning to it for me." I swiftly explain in a hoarse voice after my near-death experience. To which, now bringing into perception, Luke was holding in the howls of laughter instead of helping me. Geez, thanks. "I downright loath it." I finish quietly aside, speaking so low that my intentions where so that not even Luke could hear. However, raising my gaze to his orbs proved my failure as interest and a look of sorrow ambled around those sapphire eyes.

"Plus, it's so long. Don't you just get tired of saying it." I say while giving a feeble chuckle, looking away and pretending to pay more heed to whatever cartoon was on TV.

Ignoring the grating from the memories attempting to crawl out of the ditch I'd dug long ago, it had been determined that my entire crestfallen past along with its despondency and angst was to be reaching the lowest point of the trench by now. I had thrown it all to hell the day I chose to run away from Oklahoma, hoping and praying I'd never have to face it again. This place- the situation, this conversation, and Luke made it impracticable for me to do either, making me feel as if I'm still adhered to that old life even though I am miles away from it.