Blue is the warmest color

Chapter Twenty-One

LUCAS POV

Lucas. 

Luke. 

Anastasia. 

Anastasia's dead. 

She was with me... that day. 

It was a bad weather. Heavy rains, thunderstorms, and the fogs covering the highway. 

I was shivering, not only was the cut on my leg excruciating but so was my back that hit hard on the ground as me and Anastasia fell from the second floor window. I was pretty sure my bone cracked from the fall but it didn't feel painful when you're in adrenaline. 

Every second my heart feels like it's about to explode but everything else on the way did not really matter. Whether it's glass that shattered from the gunshots or the wood that fell right on us, cutting my leg. I still ran out of there holding her hand and maybe it was my will to live and the will to protect her that made me feet still stand and my body endure like it isn't in any pain. 

Only then I realized, love makes people crazy. As crazy as I was surviving everything for her. For her. Always. 

'Cause I want to see her blissful smile. Those beautiful green eyes, the lines on across her lips when she smile, and her beautiful hair that makes me think of the golden sun as it rises in the morning. 

I grabbed her hand as I swallow, watching her lips shiver, and her eyes looking back and forth from the trunk to the road. "Do you think she followed us?" I asked. 

"I don't know" she answered, she barely made a sound. "But I'm glad that we're safe now. You are safe" she said and I looked at her as she looks at me. Damn, I will follow this woman anywhere she goes. 

"You just risk your life for me back there" I opened up, I almost wanted to cry but I desperately bottled up all my emotions that's threatening to explode from the last two years. "You're... you're not even--"

"Luke, whatever it is you wanted to say, we are family. I risked my life because we are family" she interrupted, her voice was shaking as if she wanted to cry too. 

She must've been desperately trying to find me all these years and that's why I waited because I knew she would search. In that damn house, Anastasia would be the only one brave enough to look for me. 

"I never looked at you as my family" I admitted, "You're more than... a family--" 

"Lucas, please" she begs, 

"It doesn't matter, Ana. You're older, so what" I continued, 

"You know, we can't!" she shouts, 

"You can't but I can" I argued, "I will move mountains for you, Ana. You just have to choose me" I cried, holding her hand even tighter. "Just choose me" I mumbled. 

Suddenly, gunshots came from behind and Ana almost lost control of the car from fright. She swallows and takes a deep breath as she desperately held on the wheel without shaking. 

We ran at 240 km per hour on a slippery road and it was the worst decision that didn't leave us any choice. Gunshots kept coming and we didn't have anything on ourselves to fire back except to escape. 

We were almost losing them until Ana looks at me with her eyes screaming death and fear. Her lips trembled as she cries and grabs my hand. 

"I can't brake" she confessed and I started shaking. This is the end. 

I looked at her as I lay my head on her shoulder. This could be the best way to die and I'd rather die with Anastasia than die anywhere else. 

"I love you, Lucas" she admits. "I love you from the very beginning and I love you still, today" 

"Ana-" 

Before I knew it, the car flew at the end of the road. It tumbled down many times until it finally crashes on a tree. 

I don't understand how I'm still seeing all of it. How I'm still conscious and how I'm still alive but Ana... she was crushed. 

I couldn't scream or hold her face, I couldn't feel my body anymore. The next thing is just black. All black. 

Anastasia is dead. 

***

I wake up once again. 

My dreams... they always end with the last thing I saw, her face full of blood.