@thelcstsister
We always come back.
For years they’d promised each other that no matter what, no matter where they ended up..they would come back. They would fight and fight their way back to one another. Most would just consider this a cute tradition or something stupid to post in a hashtag on a couples vacation photo on social media. Something trivial, holding little weight or meaning in what were considered real life situations but for them..it wasn’t a phrase. It wasn’t a hashtag or a see you tomorrow, it was a promise. A notion that held great significance. From law enforcement to the literal end of the world it was a fucking promise and one that Luke truly held onto for the past couple of years, not once did he lose hope or faith in Sally. Regardless of the odds, of the unknown -- he did know her. Her strength. Her will.
They were bound to be here, paused in this moment in time. Her hand outstretched towards him and his heart risen in his throat. She couldn’t look upwards in fear of disappointment and him - he was stricken. Without hesitation he reached up, slowly interlocking digits the exact way they always had..in their perfect fit, and curled together just the same. “Welcome home, legs.” A single stride closer, palm falling on familiar cheek, “you came back.”