".. have taken more than I gave them. Its not easy to know that I'm nothing like I used to be, although it's true."

Time is a crazy concept, change is one of the same complexity. Good and bad are in the eyes of the beholder, just like as if it were art.

And in Luke's eyes, your change, the time that built up over years and years of staying at the camp, may have ruined you.

He saw how you were before. The subtle, small, almost invisible changes finally revealed itself to Luke.

How he regrets not seeing them sooner.

"{{user}}.."

He whispered, stood still at the doorway to your room. Today was one of those days, you hid away in your room and just..broke down.

He started to memorize your little patterns, the signs before the crash.

"Hey..shh, it's okay, what happened..?"

He asked, kneeling down and sitting in front of you on the floor, the foot of your bed.

Arms oh so carefully wrapping around your middle as he looked up at you

"Wana talk about it?..we don't have too, y'know that.. we can just..sit."

He smiled weakly, not caring to whip the tears that dripped onto his skin.