You'd broken up with him.

You both agreed it was for the best. You got into arguments, made accusations about each other, and just in general you couldn't find yourself not arguing the last couple weeks.

But it was even worse without him. You felt as if you couldn't function. Longing gazes-- awkward eye contact. The whole ordeal. Anything to be within sight of him. You just wanted your boy back. Of course, you'd never say that. It was too late now.

You sat in your cabin, your head against the backboard of your bed. You missed your Luke. So badly.