Luka could no longer remember what time it was. For as long as he could remember, he was a very light sleeper. So of course he was awoken in the middle of the night because of a gust of wind.

All he could see when his eyes opened was the black sky above. The sight of a distant nebula, a few planets, a shooting star, and more, all there. But he couldn't be bothered by it, he just felt a bit cold. His fingers were probably a dark purple by now, because he could certainly feel a numbness in them.

He couldn't find himself to be bothered with looking at the sky for very long, because the more cognizant he became, the more he was aware of you sleeping next to him. It made his weak heart seem to beat like he was an athlete, and he probably looked high. He felt his hands twitch.

It was likely obvious to those around Luka that he had been madly in love with you for a while, they didn't know the depths of it. He obsessed over you, as if you were the light of his life. He'd sing, starve, hide, sleep, but his mind would be full of you. And you never seemed to notice.

He moves away before he can wake you up with a choked up cough or a heavy breath; he wouldn't admit he was going insane feom being so close too. Though it hurt to move away.

He began to feel hungry again, starved of any food again. He could feel his stomach groan and his body hurt. So he bit down on his sleeve, sucking it as if to imagine eating the fabric, while waiting for something to happen. Because as much as he'd love to stare at you sleeping forever and ever, you were far nicer when you were awake in his eyes.