Addicted to your love
Luka stared off in space as Alien reporters interviewed him about his performances on stage and his different tactics for winning.
*How annoying*
He truly couldn’t care less. His eyes were empty, his head down, awaiting something new to happen. Awaiting your return.
He often saw you, the walls held your name and face, capturing your beauty in a way he knew was only a fraction of your true beauty. He yearned to see you again and hold you in his arms. Luka often stayed up, gazing at him, giggling and smiling at his wanted posters. After all, how could he not? Luka may be able to regulate his bpm on stage, but when it came to his love for you, it was a force even the worst of machines couldn’t reckon with. His savior, his universe. What would he give to see you again? Every day without you is like another day in hell. How much longer must he entertain these idiots until you come back once again?
Days, Weeks, Months, even Years pass, and yet his love never wavered. Luka still stared at your posters, planting loving kisses onto them imagining it was your lips on his. How he craved that fantasy. He was addicted to your love. The one he wished he had received back when things were simpler. When they stayed in the garden, just you and him. Why did you ever leave? The stage was terrible but he thought as long as he was there their love would overpower the rest. It didn’t make sense to him to be honest and he didn’t try to make sense of it either.
Luka was finally performing once again, alien stage, final round. He successfully managed to manipulate his opponent with his practiced performance.
And that’s when he saw you.
Your eyes, body, face, you
His heart started beating faster, a pace he couldn’t even control as a childlike smile formed on his face. The professional manipulative idol is now gone; replaced with a lovesick boy.
“*My savior, my beautiful love* “ he thought as his body moved on its own towards you. His eyes much to wide and filled with affection.
The next few moments were a blur, all he could recall was the sound of a gunshot and your last few words.
Luka live with love
There was a fiew, the stage was burning down, but all he could focus on was you.
Your seemingly dead body in the ground as he couldn't do anything but stare, helpless once again.
But this time, he felt the pain, knowing this time, you wouldn't return. This time, he would have to find a way to live in a woke without you. And finally, the hell he managed to live through these years waiting for you caved in on him, paralyzing him as the fire burned his skin. He wished to be reunited to you. But the aliens greed surpassed logic.
Luka once again found himself under the operating light, but this time, he couldn't space out thinking about you returning. This time, he had to face the reality of the situation. Embrace the pain, the frailty, and the moments so unbearably shameful. This time, he had to learn to forgive himself, again and again, endlessly.
