Imagine [L.H]

4

LACEY'S POV:

(Let's pretend he's not in a recording studio in the picture above/side)

Luke ended up reappearing when I was about halfway to my destination.

"Aren't you going to invite me?" Luke scoffed, he received an eye roll from me.

Who did he think he was to interrupt me from my doings, things I need to get done?

I was irritated already, he was just pushing my buttons.

"No, leave," I said bluntly.

I looked up and met his gaze.

His eyes were a gorgeous shade of blue, such a pretty pale blue.

Eyes are what hold all your emotions.

His seemed to hold none.

He looked at me with an emotionless face for a second or two before scoffing and muttering something under his breath.

I walked down a small hill, covered in leaves because it was fall.

I carried the empty duffel bag over my shoulder, Luke carrying some over sized, black case that god knows what held inside.

"What's in the case?" I asked, out of plain curiosity.

"A guitar," he replied, taking in the scenery before us.

We were someplace deep, yet gorgeous in the forest: thousands of leaves scattered around us, causing the floor to look of a million different shades. Tall trees towering over us, the occasional leaf scurrying down from a branch, falling, proving that it was the most gorgeous time of the year. A small town - that I didn't know the name of - lay in front of us, ruining the scenery with rotting, wooden buildings, and old cement buildings with vines surrounding them.

"What's a guitar?" I asked, breaking the long silence that lingered in the air.

He thought for a moment before responding. "A guitar is an object that lets you express your emotions without words," he explained, moving his hand, which annoyingly made the case - which held this so called "guitar" - hit my lower thigh, causing me to almost fall multiple times within just seconds of him doing this annoying little thing.

He's so fidgety, why can't he just stay still?

The words he spoke were gorgeous though, I must admit, so wise.

The wise are the ones that have experienced all.

He must be in quite the situation to let words like that escape his mind.

"We're not allowed to have those," I said quietly, walking across a street, nearing the building I was assigned, with each step I took.

"Have what?" He asked slowly, confusion clear in his voice.

"Feelings," I breathed out.

Feelings were a touchy subject for me, as I was not allowed to experience them.

We all experience feelings though, we sometimes choose not to speak them or express them.

Everyone has the ability to smile, laugh, cry, be angry, and break.

Breaking.

Anything with emotions has the ability to break.

Everyone has the ability to smile and laugh, some just choose to not show that side of them.

I am one of those people.

I am the girl everyone dislikes because I follow the rules. I don't object, I follow, I obey.