"baby! stop running!" luke panted as he sprinted behind me. I slowed to a stop, my legs becoming tired of bearing my own weight. luke came to a stop behind me, and I turned around to face him; staring at his feet with my red, burning eyes.
"what?" I managed to whimper out, pathetically. he stroked a gentle hand down my forearm, sighing sadly as I continued to stare at his shoes.
"you're running, and running, but do you even know where your headed?" he asked thoughtfully, his voice full of sympathy and sadness.
"no," I shrugged my shaky shoulders, "just away." I pushed my head back to look at the blue sky, tears still tainting my cheeks.
"away from what, baby? away from me?" he asked, the sadness in his tone deepening as the second question slipped from his plump lips, a frown taking its place there.
"no, I just... away from myself, I guess." my tone was soft, I was feeling bad for myself; and I felt like I was letting luke down along with myself.
he stayed silent for a moment or two, looking at me like he was looking for an answer, before he let out a heavy sigh and rolled his head back toward the sky. "why?"
"my life sucks, there's so much I have to deal with but no solutions to it. I wanna get out. I just want to escape!" I cried harder, and finally looked him in the eyes.
his lips twitched into a deeper frown for only a second until he muttered out a simple, "come here." he opened his arms wide for me. his warm embrace pulling me into his chest. "I cant guarantee that there will be a solution, but I can help."
"luke?" I called out to him. his chest muffling most of the word.
"yes, baby," he acknowledged me.
"do you still love me?" I asked, purposely asking it quieter than normal, with the fear of rejection; like many have before.
"you have no idea how much I love you, my heart is so full of it," he assured and kissed my temple.
"thank you, luke," I praised in my small voice.
"you're welcome, baby," he breathed out, "lets go."
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short but cuteness and sadness and feels intended.
if you see this, tell me if this is good or nah? i like it but im still not sure about it.
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carry on :: lrh
أدب الهواة"you've gone through hell, I know that much." "it hurts, Luke." "it's gonna get better."
