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It's Quiet In Beacon Town [Luktra]

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Requested by @Ultra_sere and inspired by that song from the musical "Hamilton".

They say that time heals. That every wound, no matter how serious, will get better if we just wait and give it some time to heal. They say that we just have to forget about the past and continue living.

Well, that ain't true.

Lukas sighed, fiddling with his pensil, the gaze of his blue eyes clouded by thoughts and regrets. If anybody who had known him before saw him, they would instantly tell that something was wrong about that guy. The way he sat there, the way his head was leaning on his hand more and more, as if being crushed under unbearable weight. Dark circles were there, under his eyes, visible for everyone who wanted to pay any attention.

A piece of paper was lying in front of him, completely empty. Lukas had been trying so hard to write something, anything down, but nothing seemed to work. There was no more place for imagination in his head, no more room for stupid fantasies.

His hair, that used to shine like gold in sunlight turned grey. Empty of any colour, just as the man was free of any emotion apart from unbearable, heart-breaking grief. His eyes were red and puffy, not liking all those tears that Lukas had shed ever since that night.

Ever since Jesse died.

If anybody was with him, they would've heard a strange sound, a bit like a strangled choke. But there was nobody suffocating in the room, and even Lukas's ocelot was almost quiet, just moving his ear a bit at the sound. It was a sob. A single sob, made by the person who couldn't hold himself together again. Abscent-mindedly, the blondie stared as his white sheet of paper got decorated with dark spots of tears that had fallen down his face. But he didn't care.

Nothing mattered to him anymore. Not the daylight, not the warm breeze on his face, not the sounds of the door to his house being opened. If anything, he hated the cursed light, he loathed that annoying wind, and he despised the source of those steps. Still, he didn't move to close the window or to turn around. He knew exactly who it was.

The ocelot opened one of its green eyes and stared at the visitor, obviously annoyed that its nap had been interrupted. Lukas stared at the page in front of him, empty like so many others. A plate with cheese sandwiches, his favorite, was placed on the table nearby.

No reaction.

"I suppose asking whether or not you're okay isn't gonna be useful." A soft voice said and Petra sat down on the chair next to her friend. Her face, still very young, was already covered in wrinkles and tiny scars. Something broken was visible in her chocolate eyes as she placed one of her hands on Lukas's shoulder and squeezed it gently, acting as if he was a china figure she could break with one wrong glance.

No reaction.

The redhead glanced at the paper, tears welling up in her eyes as well. It was her fault. It was her fault her only friend denied her now. If only she came to Beacon Town as soon as Jesse got sick! If only she'd made it in time!

She sobbed once, praying that Lukas would at least glance at her. No. Nothing. It was almost as if he didn't even know she was there, by his side. His heart, torn to shreds and pieces, somehow ached even more. And so did hers.

"I'm so sorry." Petra let out, her eyebrows rising in an attempt for him to see that she was sincere. "I-I was stupid. I didn't think anything would happen, so I just... I didn't pay attention. I'm sorry, Lukas."

No reaction.

The redhead turned away, her face scrunched up in almost physical pain. She knew he blamed her. For not getting to Jesse soon enough. For not being able to be with her during her last minutes.