It seemed like we were silent for hours, with it only had been a few minutes, Luke's eyes becoming a dark grey, like a dark stormy sky.
Pursing his lips, his eyes looking as if tears were about to spill at any moment.
"Atelophobia." Was the only word he could seem to say.
"What's atelophobia?" I reply, blankly, my eyebrows scrunched together.
"Some tumblr definition I found, it means, basically the fear of never being good enough; fear of imperfection; fear of failing to succeeding perfection, I'm fucked up, all because of a broken past."
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Atelophobia {LRH}
Random"Her heart was warm, and his was cold, but oh she set a fire in him." - Luke had a fear of never being good enough for anyone, after what happened, people would tell him to stop living in the past, when most of the time, his past lived in him.
