Lydian | Luke Imagine

Part 5

Part 5: Luke's POV:

I sat there on the couch just sobbing. I didn't wipe the tears away, i just let them fall soaking my shirt. "I mess everything up."
I screamed kicking the ottoman. I yanked at my hair and put my elbows on my knees. "OH MY GOD why can't i just be normal?!"
I said out loud, knowing the walls were the only one's who could hear me, and really, the only ones that were there for me. As i leaned back into the couch, my doorbell rang.
"Not now Buzz. Not a good time. Come back tomorrow!"
I shouted, assuming it was the annoying guy down the street. He comes around about twice a week to bum alcohol and an ear off of me. I don't completely mind. He seems to be the only willing company i get anymore anyhow.
"I'm not Buzz... Should i go?"
I heard a sweet voice call back.
"Y/N?"
I mumbled as i stood and ran to the door. I peered through the peep hole, and sure enough, it was her.

Your POV:

Luke opened the door to reveal his puffy red eyes and tear stained cheeks. I must admit, i just wanted to kiss him right then and there, but we were practically strangers.
"I uh, i saw Lydian's memorial cross on 58th. I'm so sorry."
I explained dropping eye contact.
"It's my fault, i should have put the picture away knowing you would be here."
I frowned, and he motioned for me to come in.
"I drank your wine, but i have more if you'd still like some."
He offered.
"That'd be lovely. Should i wait in the living room?"
He nodded and turned into the kitchen. I headed slowly back to the living room, and i saw the empty glasses, the tipped ottoman, and his jacket and scarf strewn across the room. I took a seat on the couch unsure of what to do. When Luke rounded the corner, he extended his arm and handed me the glass of wine.
"I'm not a violent person, i promise. I'm just... I mess up a lot and i'm tired of it. My anger got the best of me."
He explained motioning to the messy room.
"It's fine. You're sweet, I wouldn't assume you to be violent.
He smiled at me.
"Thanks."
He tapped his fingers on his glass out of awkwardness.
"Would it be wrong of me to ask about Lydian?"
I half way whispered.
"Not at all. Um.. We were in an accident. I should have paid closer attention, she didn't make it. I miss her ever..."
He choked over tears and stopped talking. He looked up trying to stop the tears from falling. I sat my glass on the end table and took his from him. I wrapped my arms around him and he rested his head on my shoulder. He sobbed loudly and i cried to, i could feel the sadness he lived and wallowed in, and it hurts. I don't know Luke well, but i know he deserves better than this, and i intend to help.