salem || l.r.h.

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salem, luke thought. who was they? why would they call her salem? was that her real name?

thoughts ran through his mind and he couldn't seem to shake them. the next morning, luke crossed over the hill and stopped by the coffee shop on the corner. he looked inside and noticed it wasn't busy but he had something else on his mind.

he sat on the same bench and waited for her. luke swayed his feet and looked at his shoes.

he heard her before he saw her. she was muttering to herself and continually shaking her head.

"salem!" he shouted.

she didn't look up, she just continued to walk. luke sighed and got up to talk to her.

"salem?" he said once he was near her.

"hm?" she sounded distracted.

"have my jacket," he held it out to her.

"why would I need your jacket? who are you?"

he was taken aback, he thought she would remember him like he remembered her.

"you're freezing cold. I'm luke, you ran into me two days ago."

"did I?" she glanced down at his shoes, black and blue doc martin's. "oh, hi."

"take my jacket," he prompted.

"I'm not cold," she shrugged.

"but your skin feels like ice," he noted and brushed his fingers against her arm.

she flinched away from him.

"please don't touch me."