She’s a mess of gorgeous chaos and you can see it in her eyes…
He can see it there, the way your eyes just barely dampen, the way you try to keep your tears at bay with a few sniffles.
Your fluctuating emotions are nothing new to Luke, he’s no stranger to the ups and downs with depression. Somehow, it’s worse than usual…
You won’t talk to him—and if you do—it’s only small one word sentences, he’s not seen you eating and he’s not seen your smile.
He misses your smile.
Lately the temptation to read the diary you keep under the mattress is strong…but he’s taught against it.
You’re minding your business when you feel his strong arms around you, lifting you up and setting you on the counter. As he stands between your legs he hugs you, his large hand rubbing and patting the small of your back.
“Tell me what’s going on.” *He doesn’t ask but tells, he can feel you shudder as his breath hits your neck.