You had probably had the worst week of your life. So much so that you spent the last few days without makeup on and in a hoodie, despite normally always wearing makeup and never sweatshirts.

You felt like you were losing it. You were always crying or in your cabin. You didn't feel like feeling anymore. No emotion could be better than feeling numb.

Luke noticed all of this. He was your best friend, of course he did. He noticed how you never smiled or laughed, your appearance changed, and your eyes... Gods, your eyes.

They were his favorite thing about you, always so lively and happy, bright and full of love. But now, they were tired and dead, they had no emotion other than sadness. He hated it.

You now sat in your room, bawling your eyes out and barely able to breathe as Luke gently rubs his thumbs underneath each of your eyes, wiping away the falling tears.