MCSM Oneshots [DISCONTINUED]

Lost in Thought - Luktra

He shuts the door behind him, softly, so that he doesn't wake the animals. Three silent steps to the soft, slightly wet grass, where he lies down and stares up at the sky.

It had been a while since Petra left. He noticed her absence every day, tinted with bitter sorrow as he remembered each moment with her, an old song whispering through his mind. Waiting just inside the Order's temple with her, talking and waiting for Axel, Olivia, and Jesse to get back. Comforting her after finding out about her Wither sickness. Their journeys through the Portal Network, especially those precious moments when Jesse and Ivor were elsewhere. Even in the Old Builders' village, they were together. And now she's gone.

One memory lingers. The New Order's first dance, also his first ever. The night before she left. He had lingered at the edge of the plaza, exchanging greetings and small talk with the townspeople, until Petra came up to him, wearing a dark navy and black dress with gold hems, and asked him to dance.

I don't dance, he had said, quietly. I've never danced before.

I can teach you, she had said, just as quietly, taking his hand. It's not that hard.

As they walked to the center of the plaza, a hush fell over the citizens of Beacontown as they turned to watch. Only the music, slow and steady, made any sound as Petra began to dance, just as slowly, one hand on his shoulder and the other around his waist. He began to mirror her, and felt a quiet confidence rise in him as others fell into step around them. But eventually they faded away until all he saw was her, smiling at him with an uncharacteristically sad cast to her eyes.

What's wrong? he had asked.

Nothing. Just happy to see you like this.

If it makes you happy, I'm happy.

This is why we're - she hesitated - friends, Lukas.

More if you want to be, he had thought, as one song blurred into the next. The courage bubbling up inside him wasn't strong enough to say anything to her yet.

Tomorrow, he promised himself.

Tomorrow never had a chance. She was gone the morning after the dance, and he had felt something crack, break, shatter in his chest when he heard the news. She was gone, with hardly even a goodbye.

And he was here, alone.