in my fading unconsciousness I could feel luke's lips against my face, jaw, and neck. pressing soft kisses to my shoulders and collar bones and then working their way back up towards my face.
I slowly peeled my eyes open, but quickly closed them to adjust to the light of the morning, I had sleep all night.
I had been exhausted.
he pressed one final lingering kiss to my cheek before pulling away his face to study me. my eyes met his tired blue ones, his eyes looking hopeful and gentle.
"you've been asleep for so long," he stated in awe. snuggling deeper into me, tightening his grip one my waist as he scooted closer to me.
"I was tired," I whispered, closing my eyes again. he kissed my temple, and then rested his head back on the pillow next to me, I could feel his soft gaze looking at me.
"I know," he said, knowing what I meant by tired, "you definitely needed some sleep."
he squeezed my body for a moment before relaxing back into the bed, as if giving me a hug. I let out a short, quick breath and tilted my head up so I could peck his nose with a kiss.
he smiled at my simple gesture, and scrunched his nose up adorably, giving me a satisfied look.
"good mood?" he asked.
normally I would've answered with a 'no, anything but...' or 'of course not' or maybe even a 'I never am, you know that'.
but today I was in a good mood, and I kind of liked it, "yeah, I am actually."
he gave me an amused look, before muttering out a surprised, "really?"
I nodded as a simple answer and shrugged the best I could while lying down. it wasn't as surprising to him as it was to me that I actually felt good today. that was something new; especially after my breakdown yesterday.
he probably thought I was lying.
"that's good, that's great actually," he smiled through his word, happy to here that I was happy.
and maybe he thought I was making some kind of sick joke.
that wasn't my intention at all.
he shifted his weight around the mattress again, pulling away from me so that he was lying next to me but not touching me.
he stood up off the bed and stretched his long torso in awkward positions. "come here," he mumbled in mid-stretch.
I crawled to the edge of the bed and sat with my legs dangling from the unusually tall bed; something that only accommodated luke and his lanky features.
he stood in between my thighs and leaned down to press a sweet kiss to the corner of my lips while rubbing soft circles on my neck with his thumb, as his lips drew closer to mine.
he drew in a quick breath and pressed his lips to mine, pulling away seconds later to look me in the eye for any uncertain change.
"you're eyes are almost grey, baby," he stated. I could tell he wasn't looking for a response - rather he just felt the need to speak.
"yeah, they're pretty boring," I shrugged, giving him a half hearted smile.
he frowned, shaking his head, "no, they're like - I don't know - clouds. like clouds in a sky that's supposed to be blue, instead it's a rainy day and the sky is no longer blue, but rather a clear grey; reflecting down on the clouds."
there was moral in his short story.
my eyes reflected me; sad, depressed, grey. my eyes were supposed to be blue, they were bright blue when I was growing up; full of life, happiness, carelessness. and all of that changed; "it's a rainy day and the sky is no longer blue, but rather a clear grey."
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I LOVE THIS CHAPTER SO MUCH OH GOD HELP ME.
YOU ARE READING
carry on :: lrh
Hayran Kurgu"you've gone through hell, I know that much." "it hurts, Luke." "it's gonna get better."
