“Chiquitita, tell me what’s wrong..” Luke murmured, standing in the doorframe of your apartment

As your best friend, he was the one who you could rely on. You were always so sure of yourself, now, it seemed that you had broken a feather. Luke hoped that he could be the one to patch it up. He saw that you were sad, and you were quiet, and enchained by your sorrow. In your eyes, it was like you had no hope for tomorrow. He hated seeing you like this, he knew that heartaches came and went and left scars along the way.

As long as the sun was still shining above you in the sky, you would be dancing again. You were the strongest person he knew; he knew that you would be dancing again, and the pain would end, and you wouldn’t have time to grieve..