I Wanted To Tell You I Love You(Philkas)

Running

Lukas POV:

"I love you lukas....please wake up"
His words repeated in my head like a broken record. Phillip loved me. Even from the deep depths of the coma I could hear the truth and desperation in his voice. It made me want to fight, it made me want to wake up, it made me want to hold him and never let go, but most of all it made my stomach hurt in a way I'd never felt before. I mean sure I'd always felt butterflies when Phillip was around. Phillip made me feel safe, like everything was happy and hopeful. But now....it felt real. The guilt was gone. And I felt my self wonder...Am I in love with Phillip? How do I tell him? Should I tell him?

"Lukas" I heard a soft voice jolting me from my thoughts "You still with me?"

Yea Phillip, I'm just fine. Contemplating  whether or not to tell you....

Yea. So phillip I think I....

Phillip I know what you said to me....

"Lukas" he said agian, a bit louder this time, "Seriously are you ok?" He had stopped us now and concern was lighting up his face.

"Yea. Dont worry. I was just spacing out." I finally replied "sorry"

"You sure?" Phillip asks again, still unconvinced. Bringing his hand up my arm and resting it lightly on my shoulder.

"I said I'm fine" I say a bit harsher than necessary. I can see hurt flash across his face and his jaw set just before I turn away and begin walking down the road.

Shit....I shouldn't have pushed him away. 

I think to myself bitterly as he follows beside me, staring at his feet. Rather than allowing the awkward silence to continue I look around desperate for something to talk about. For the first time since getting out of that truck I wonder where on earth we're running to.

"Where are we going?" I ask suddenly, giving Phillip a sideways glance, "California?"

Phillip takes in a breath, "Yea right" he mutters finally looking at me agian. He notices my grimace of pain and brushes me softly with his arm. "You should probably take it easy" he tells me softly.

"I'll be ok" I assure him, not unkindly, as he starts to look from me to the road. Not wanting him to disconnect, I find words throwing themselves out of my mouth before I can contemplate them. "You even sure it was him?"

"Yea" he says, practically cutting me off, "I..I got a really good look at him...it...it was definitely him." He rushes out. There's a bit of fear creeping into his usually calm voice.

I can't help it. I can feel panic bubbling in my stomach. I can't tell if it's from Phillip's most recent declaration, or the horrific realization that we are running from a murderer who may also be a cop. "If he knows we're alive he's not ever going to stop until he finds us..." I say quietly turning to phillip and looking into his stormy brown eyes for comfort. Phillip always seems to know what to say or how to handle things. Even now I can see him contemplating my words as he stares back at me.

His gaze leaves mine after a moment and he analyzes the area, "Do you got any money?" He finally asks, his gaze stopping at a cheap motel.

I glance towards the Fallen Pines Motel and then back to phillip, "yea, I've got some." I finally say.

"Alright then. Enough for the cheapest room in that place?" He says pointing back towards the hotel.

"I think so, I've got like $345 on me" I reply with a small frown.