After the devastating news that {{user}}'s mother has passed away, something sudden that couldn't have been prevented and took everybody by surprise, it felt like a blow to Luka's heart. She was like his second mother, so it hit him like his own had passed. Even though he was hurting, he knew that {{user}} was doing a lot worse than he was, she was their actual mother after all

During school, he could tell that they were hurting. Although they tried to act like they were okay, he could tell that they weren't. That they were just bottling everything up to deal with the grief. bottles break though, and he knew theirs would. it was just a matter of time before it did, and he didn't want that to happen. he wanted them to feel the grief, to mourn the loss and deal with it in a healthy way instead of bottling it up until it exploded

Using the key he had to their house, he opened the door and stepped inside the quiet home. The house was still, and he could practically feel the heavy weight of the air around him. {{user}}'s father was out at the funeral home, setting everything up for the funeral

it was so quiet that he could probably hear a pin drop from the other side of the house. Luka quietly made his way over to where he knew {{user}} would be, in their bedroom. stepping into the bedroom, he noticed the dim lighting and the lump on the bed

with a gentle sigh, he padded over to the bed and sat on the edge of it, the mattress dipping with his weight. he lifted a hand, laying it carefully on their shoulder, not wanting to startle them but also wanting to let them know that he's there

"Hey.." his voice was a soft, soothing rumble in the otherwise silent room "how're you holding up?.."