Luke Castellan xOC
Once I had wondered what was holdin' up the ground
But I can see that all along, love, it was you all the way down
(completed 10/2/24)
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i'm with him. for better or for worse.
it will probably be worse.
i knew that the day i met him.
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Andromeda
The days that followed were, without a doubt, the worst of Andromeda's life.
The tension between her and Luke hung thick in the air, suffocating her with every breath. It felt like a dark cloud had settled over their friendship, casting a shadow over everything they did. Luke's absence—his silence—was the worst of it. The boy she'd shared everything with, the boy who once seemed like her other half, now felt like a stranger in the same space.
She and Luke were hardly speaking and when they did, he was short with her, just a few words here and there about the cabin or training. They weren't sparring anymore, so Andromeda took her frustrations out on the training dummies. But even as she poured herself into her training, she couldn't shake the gnawing sense of guilt and sadness that weighed heavily on her heart.
Every time she caught sight of Luke across the camp, a pang of longing shot through her, reminding her of what they used to have and how quickly it had slipped away. It wasn't just about the sparring they'd stopped doing or the conversations that had turned brittle and cold—it was the laughter. Gods, she missed the laughter.
Now, the only sound between them was silence.
Andromeda had tried, multiple times, to fix it. She'd made small overtures, offering an olive branch in the form of half-hearted jokes or attempts at casual conversation. But Luke... he wasn't having any of it. He'd retreat behind his walls, offering nothing more than clipped responses, if any. He'd become impenetrable. And the more distant he became, the more she wondered if the Luke she'd known—the one who once told her with fire in his eyes that he wanted to kiss her—had ever truly existed.
She spent most of her time now with Silena, who was supportive in her own way, even if she didn't fully grasp the depth of Andromeda's pain. "You're better off without him," Silena would say, her tone firm, as if Luke were some trifling matter that Andromeda could brush off with enough lip gloss and a fresh hairdo. "He's a pig for not understanding." Andromeda would nod along, but her heart wasn't in it. Silena's well-meaning advice did nothing to soothe the ache. The truth was, Luke wasn't a pig—he was hers, and that made it all the harder to let go.
It was worse when Silena started talking about makeup tips or the latest camp gossip. Andromeda tried to keep up, tried to enjoy the girl talk, but every time she glanced toward the horizon, her thoughts drifted back to Luke. There was always this sense of absence, like something vital had been carved out of her life and left her hollow.
