Battle Scars [BxB]

T W O

"...I swear to god I will maim that bitch! She totally stole my memory stick so she could hand in my essay with her fucking name on it! I spent hours on that! My professor will think I haven't even tried." He complained miserably, his perfectly imperfect accent seeping through his words. He sighed dramatically, shifting on the bed. He was laying flat on his stomach, his elbows propped up, his face resting lazily in his hands. "Sorry for the rant, it just pissed me off." He grumbled, "How's it going on your end?"

I was sat at my desk chair, my legs pulled up to my chest, my jumper tugged over my fingers to conceal my arms. Even through a computer screen, Luca was practically flawless. Dark, soul-piercing eyes, tousled black hair, and a razor sharp jawline. And that accent, tangled into his every word. I loved it. "Y-Yeah, it's okay. I've got a lot of a work at the m-moment, so I guess I'm trying to get through it all."

Luca's head cocked to the side curiously, "You look tired. Don't push yourself too hard, Theo."

"I-I need these grades." I protested.

"You need your sanity." He countered. "Am I keeping you up? You can go to bed if you want."

I shook my head, plastering on a reassuring smile. "N-No, it's okay." I promised. I caught a glimpse of myself in the reflection of the screen; he was right, I looked tired. In fact, I was a mess. My dark roots were starting to grow through my bleached, scruffy hair, my face contoured with stress and dark shadows of exhaustion. My green eyes didn't look as bright today; they looked dull and sad. "I miss you."

He smiled sloppily, "I miss you too." He whispered. "And you look adorable right now. I really want to kiss you."

I bit my lip, grinning faintly, "W-What's stopping you?"

He shrugged, "A few hundred miles."

I really did miss him. His smile, his eyes, his lips. His touch, his fingers, his breath. I missed the dorky things he'd whisper into the darkness late at night, confessions he'd never admit during daylight hours. I missed being his secret keeper and him being mine. I missed him holding me and peppering my face in kisses whenever he felt I needed some affection. I missed how comfortable he made me, how he never made me feel pathetic for crying or saying I felt like shit. I missed him telling me I was gorgeous, that he was lucky to have me. I missed his words, his body, his face, his heart and soul. I missed him.

"It's Wednesday, right? How was therapy?"

I blushed lightly, using my fingernails to pick at a piece of the dented wood on my desk. It made me guilty to know that he kept a track of my life, even from so far away. "It was okay." I said truthfully.

"Hey, Theo? You know I'm really proud of you, right?"

My eyes snapped to the computer screen, meeting his shadowed eyes, "W-What?"

"You're really strong. And brave." He commented. "I think you're amazing. Like, seriously amazing."

"D-Don't say that." I whispered, adjusting my thick glasses, pushing them up my nose as they started to slip. "I'm not amazing."

"Yes, you are." He contradicted. He didn't specify and I didn't want him to either. He thought I was amazing because I'd avoided more depressive episodes and hadn't cut in months. It was all lies. I was holding onto my life with my fingertips. Luca turned around at the sound of a door creaking open, followed by the sound of another voice. My boyfriend reluctantly twisted back around to face the computer screen, "I have to go, my friend's here - we're studying for a test together." He said glumly.

"B-Bye." I smiled faintly.

He smiled back, wider and brighter, "I'll talk to you tomorrow, Theo. Love you." And he ended the call before I could even say it back.