What's the saddest word in the English Language?
almost.
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A Luke Hemmings fanfiction AU
⚠️Mature content
loneliness doesn't come from having no one around but from being unable to communicate the things that are important to you
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Day after day.
Week after week.
The same things happened.
Get up, get coffee, work, eat, try to sleep repeat.
That was the life of Luke Hemmings.
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Today was Monday 31st March.
Light escaped through the gaps around his black curtains and it casted rays of sunlight across the walls and ceiling making patterns and shadows that drifted slowly around the room.
It was silent and almost peaceful.
That's the thing about silence. Sometimes the complete absence of sound is peaceful, relaxing even especially after a busy day. But sometimes silence is the most deafening thing; where loneliness is felt at its strongest.
Luke was no stranger to this feeling but when asleep, he found peace- most of the time.
The time read 9:03am.
While most of this part of the world, New South Wales, Sydney, had started their day probably by having a shower, eating a good breakfast and speaking with loved ones, it was not how Luke started his day.
Blonde curls had been displaced from a restless nights sleep yet again.
It frustrated Luke that the best sleep he had was the few hours leading up to his alarm.
Some of the curls stuck to his forehead where a thin layer of sweat covered his skin. It glistened as the light from the window danced across it.
Night terrors never used to be a part of Luke's life but now they are embedded, with no sign of leaving. Another thing Luke had just learnt to accept.
An exasperated sigh escaped the blonde boy's lips as he brought a hand up to cover and rub his eyes.
He reached for his phone but misjudged the space between the bed and the side table and sent it falling onto the floor.
For the second time, of many today, another sigh followed by a few curse words, fell almost inaudibly from his parted lips.
Groggily, the tired boy sat up wiping the sweat from his head as he ran his fingers through his matted curls tugging at them, his eyes screwed shut.
It had been another night of broken sleep and anxious thoughts. His body ached, muscles sore from tension and his head throbbed from a mix of exhaustion, a diet of caffeine and high levels of cortisol and adrenaline that coarsed through this system.
His hand moved to the back of his right shoulder and he kneaded his fingertips into his skin hoping for some relief. A low groan escaped his lips filling the silent void in his one bed apartment.
