realization complex

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Luke didn't understand.

He was doing everything right. He knew he was. He had upheld his side of the relationship for as long as he could remember, and he was almost positive he hadn't done anything to mess up too badly. He had done everything he was asked, he hadn't snapped back or caused any disagreements. The fall-out of his relationship wasn't because of his wrong doing, he was sure.

It had happened so suddenly, he probably would've missed it if he wasn't as attentive as he was. He realized that he was slowly being pushed away, his once-requited love being lain back down at his very feet. Luke was left without a warning or caution signal, the love of his life disregarding the half-decade they had spent together. He had been betrayed in his very own bed, his sanctuary, the place Luke had cuddled, kissed, and existed with him. Luke gave everything he was to him. He had been his first everything, and had given him a taste of what apparently was never truly his.

Luke had been arriving home from a finance meeting when he had heard it. The noises that were supposed to be reserved for Luke, were being exhaled from his lips by the inhales of another. Luke had run up cautiously to their room, having no time to reminisce in the memories that were soon to mean nothing. Luke had known that they were on the rocks lately, that he was stressed because of the lack of nurturing to their relationship. Luke had tried to fix it, truly. He had attempted to express his love for him in small, insignificant ways. He had tried cooking for him and visiting him at work on his lunch break. Luke realized now that he must've been too focused on his task of reconstruction to notice the eyes he was making at the man in the next cubicle. He had tripped up the stairs in the midst of his tears, and yet, he knew what was coming. Luke knew that the love that he once received from him was missing, he also knows now that it was taken from him and handed to his new forever.

Luke wearily threw the door open. He ignored the smacking of lips being removed from other lips, and made his way to the closet. Luke packed a full suitcase right in the midst of his own adulterer. Once he finished in silence, he walked over to the bed and set his suitcase down. Luke met his sorrowful eyes and smiled a terrible smile. He then left the room.

Luke didn't return that night, or any of the other nights until he was sure that he was gone. He received calls and text messages from him on every one of those nights, all going ignored as he cuddled with his best friend on the couch of his temporary home. He hadn't shed any tears until the thirty fourth call was dropped at 8:54 AM.

Luke had never experienced heartbreak in proportions this large. He thought maybe it was because of the future he could've had with him being shattered right in front of his tired eyes.

Luke was now aware of his one fatal mistake, and collected from all of his other realizations, he realizes that it was ever loving him.

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