location: some dingy bar downtown (his go to)
with: @wtfnoa
to say his relationship with noa went up in flames would be an understatement. the two had a toxic push and pull with one another. something that he didn’t know when it began but he also didn’t know when it was really going to end. it just felt like no matter what he did he couldn’t shake her. not exactly that he wanted to but that was the thing, Luke never knew what he wanted even when it was right infront of him. Noa was good to him, too good- he didn’t deserve it. She didn’t deserve all the shit he put her through, however when she was close it was too close he let her in and felt himself drown but the moment she left he felt empty inside. She was the closest person to see the real him, the dark parts and all. The damaged, the damned- he couldn’t stand to see her with someone else but when it came to putting a label on what they were he wanted nothing to do with it. He had baggage and clearly he had some self work to do but that meant admitting there was even a void to begin with.
walking into the dingy bar he made his way through the sea of people, the blonde taking away the oxygen from the room she always had. He could feel her presence before he saw her, but when he did he couldn’t not say hello. Walking up to her she exhaled, “Noa what the fuck are you doing in a place like this? You’re going to catch a god damn std just being around these scum.” he sputtered, although he himself had no issue being here. Maybe it was because he found her too good for this place and no matter his status and bank account he was still a poor kid from england in his head. “Seriously noa are you here alone? It isn’t safe here..”
