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Alison started it, Kitty fed the fire, etc etc. I feel like I've had a crappy enough month to warrant this though, dammit.
Do you ever want to make an entry that says "LOVE ME, I FEEL LIKE CRAP," but that's kind of not a good thing to do because it's attention whoring ( Read more... )
Do you ever want to make an entry that says "LOVE ME, I FEEL LIKE CRAP," but that's kind of not a good thing to do because it's attention whoring ( Read more... )
It had been selfish of her, to hope for one desperate moment that the man approaching them from across the field was Asch. Luke she was of course just as happy to see, but Asch had been... He'd been the Luke she had made that promise with. The Luke that grew so much over their journey together, he was Tear's Luke, and she would never stand in the way of that, even if it meant having to put aside what she had selfishly wanted for herself.
That hadn't been what she'd stood for, for so many years, after all. She'd embraced Luke, just like the others, happy he was alive, happy to see him again. She hid the tears she cried that Asch had not been with him from the others, and she put her best face forward, for everyone.
When she was sitting alone in the courtyard of the palace, staring out over the city and lost in her own selfish thoughts, she hadn't expected Luke to sit down next to her, boldly reaching out and taking her hand in his in a gesture he never would have even considered in the past. When she looked over at him, her expression was mixed with confusion, and she pressed her lips together briefly.
"...Luke?" He looked at her, his expression heavy. He'd carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, and she knew that had affected him, but the look he was giving her now was different from that.
"I'm sorry. That I'm not him." She started, her eyes widening slightly at his words, and she dropped her eyes to the ground, ashamed that she'd been so transparent.
"No, it's...I'm glad you're alive, Luke. Truly, I am." And she was. She would keep insisting that, until her grave. He was silent for a long moment, still clinging to her hand, and she didn't make a move to break the contact. It was nice, having her hand held by someone who was so dear to her. When he spoke again, she was surprised.
"He did love you, you know." She looked up, startled at his words, and her lips parted, but no words would come. He looked back at her, the same exact face as Asch's, identical in every way, but for so long two different hearts. It was in that moment, though, that she saw Asch reflecting within Luke's eyes, and while he was still, definably, Luke, she knew somewhere, and in some sense, Asch had returned to her. Tears welled into her sight and came tumbling down her cheeks as she nodded.
"I know."
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