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Surrender ~K

I can't take one more moment of this silence.

Luke's POV

I dream of him again tonight.

This time I begged him to stay. I pleaded for him not to leave my head when my eyes, but I knew that was asking too much. When I woke that morning he was gone once more. I can't ever seem to remember his face. It becomes lost in seconds to my mind as soon as morning light hits my face.

He is the night. He does not stay forever and he is dark. He is in the shadows, watching me during afternoon storms. He is the moon peering down in a clear sky. He is intangible; he will not let me hold on.

So now I spend my waking hours alone and haunted by a memory I cannot visualize. I struggle until the sun sinks down beneath the horizon. My eagerness for my ghost returns as light flees from darkness. I am ecstatic to gaze into the emerald eyes a thousand worlds away.

"Hello, beautiful." He whispers, stepping closer. No matter how hard I try I can't reach out to him. It's torture.

"Why do you long for me, Luke?" He asks. I feel my heart race as his hand brushes against my cheek. "I can't be real. I'm in your head."

And just like that, his touch retreats from my skin. My body moves through water; in frustrating slow motion as I try to chase after the shadow. "Don't leave me." I pleaded as he backed farther and farther away. I was already forgetting what he looks like, his beautiful face slipping through my fingertips.

"Never." He says, fading entirely into a blinding light. Then I was awake. My eyes snapping open to be filled with suffocating daylight. I was drenched in sweat, fingers trembling underneath the comfort of my blankets. They slowly made their way up to my helplessly tangled hair, yanking at it until strands of the blonde were falling out.

I know I'm going insane. I know that this dream, this person, is driving me right over the edge. It's not healthy, but I didn't want it to stop. The pure blissfulness of his face was simply addicting. He may be only a whisper in my thoughts, yet I craved him.

I'm not proud to say that for the last few weeks I've remained confined to my bed, except for the occasional graveyard shifts I took at work. You see, his voice is ripping away at my mind. All I seemed to want to do is remember it so my days were filled with writing down detail of the dreams I can recall. If I was lucky enough, he would even encourage me by correcting my mistakes. Like now, as I wrote in my quickly filling notebook, I could feel him tugging at the back of my brain.

October 23rd

He was a light today instead of a shadow. He's always been light to me but this time he didn't present himself as darkness.

"But I am darkness, sweetheart. More than you can handle."

My hand froze his voice echoed through my head, as if it was coming from behind me. I savored the deep, velvet sound as if it would be the last thing I heard. I had fallen in love with it. I longed for its sarcastic tones and amused hooks.

"Let me go, Luke."

"Never." I murmur into the silence of my apartment. And it was the truth. I would die searching for the voice.

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My shift began at 2 am at a small corner store. If you haven't noticed, I love silence. Although I did enjoy the soft background noises of sirens and planes that echoed off in the distance of the city. I also love being alone, so the fact that I maybe get one or two customers a night didn't bother me one bit.