luke.
ā l.u.k.e?Ā ā silence caressed dal like water, drowning him into the pure black of the background. his feet canāt run fast enough, he reached for the silhouette and- nothing. curled up against the floor with his hands covering his bleeding ears. lips part and he cries out, sitting up and looking around frantic.Ā ā luke!Ā ā bloody hands leave stains in its wake, shoes slipping in the coarse liquid whilst he tries to take off.. but no avail. the white of his suit splattered, itās too late. he stood there, watching the tips of his toes hangs from the floor. there he hung, with nothing left. no self respect, no life. it was all gone.
dal sits up quick, sweat dripping down his face. fingers curl into the feather of the comforter, brows softening as the soft tears droplet from his tear ducts like from a faucet.Ā













