Masterpieces {Book 2}

Heat (eplilogue)

Aye, the dRaMaTiC ending you've all been waiting for.

I am getting like a 'rehab' by Amy winehouse vibe from this fic hbu?

this is dedicated to hoodings4242 bc it's her birthday, she really likes this series, and i love her a lot ((: ily Lauren.

thanks to all that delt with these annoying swarm of posts, lmfao.

Enjoy ((:

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A year and a half later

Days are blurring together softly. Luke doesn't hate the concept of routine. Work, dinner, love, sleep. He just feels good. It's been more than a year since Calum and he moved into their new house, and time seems to have passed at the speed of light. The only big change, which occurred about six months ago, was Calum finding a job as an engineer, and he now works with a lot of people on the building of a new underground line in another city. Every week before and after that went by smoothly. They've found time to decorate the house in a more personal way, placing framed pictures on the walls or Luke's favourite green plants in a corner of each room. Though late, Calum comes home to him every night, and if happiness exists, that's probably what it feels like for Luke.

Calum works in a huge building belonging to the underground company, Luke saw it once. It's tall and it always reflects light brightly because of all the glass panels on it. But the fact is that it's quite far from home. It was such a good position as a first job that Calum could not say no, and driving back to the house usually takes more than an hour, which only allows him to be there at nine p.m., most of the time. But some nights, he has to stay for a bit longer. This night is one of those nights. Calum calls Luke from his office. He sounds tired. "I have a few things left to solve today," he says with a sigh. "Sorry, I won't make it home for dinner. Don't wait for me."

Luke manages a little smile. "Okay," he replies into the phone. "I'll leave a portion of chicken for you in the oven."

"Thanks, Luke. I love you," Calum says softly.

"Love you," Luke breathes before he hangs up. He's been at home since seven p.m., and now that he knows Calum won't be back soon, he decides to watch a movie while having dinner. He grabs a plate which he fills with chicken and small green peas, then he settles down in front of the TV. It's not the most joyful movie ever, but watching The Virgin Suicides for the sixth time can't do any harm, can it? Luke loves watching movies. That's what he usually does on those nights when Calum comes home late, although a good book is also a great way to kill time. Luke thinks Calum is going to text him to say he's leaving, but nothing comes until the movie is over. Only then, Luke reads his message right when he gets it and he smiles sadly.

Traffic jam. Tired. Lonely.

That's a typical Thursday night, Luke thinks. Don't be, he replies. I'm thinking of you.

I wish I was home.

Stay safe.

See you later.

Luke looks at the clock. It's close to ten p.m. A bit disappointed, he decides to get ready to go to bed. Even though it's not the first time, he doesn't feel completely serene alone in the empty house. He's got used to hearing Calum's soft sighs and cool voice. Silence is a little unpleasant. The other side of the bed is cold. Luke reads until his eyes start to close. Usually, Calum has arrived at that time. It shouldn't take much longer now, but Luke turns off the lights and he curls into a ball under the sheets. He tries not to fall asleep, but fails.