Summary: It's been so long since you've last seen your husband. You're beginning to worry you may never see him again. And you're beginning to forget him...
Pairing: Luocha X Fem!Reader
Genre: Angstyish Oneshot
Word Count: 1572
Warning: A bit OOC but I don't care. Hurt to comfort.
Masterlist
The piano keys were cool to the touch, as they had not been played in quite some time. You had been meaning to practice again, but you could never seem to find the right melody. Every time you sat down to play, there was something missing, as if you were missing a handful of important notes to play a proper song.
However, deep down in your heart, you knew the reason why you couldn’t seem to find the time or energy for a song. It wasn’t so much the notes, but rather the room you practiced in. It felt too big, too cold, too lonely. It wasn’t what was missing, but rather who was missing.
If you remembered correctly, and you were certain you did, today marked six months without your love and husband by your side. He had been called away on a matter of utmost importance on some foreign planet. Luocha assured you that it was nothing for you to worry about and he would take care of it on his own. He vowed the trip would not last longer than three months and that he would write to you every single day. Luocha never went against his word, but by the eve of the third month, he had written his final letter to you. He had informed you that there would be a small delay, but it wouldn’t be long before he was back in your arms again.
Three months have passed and you have not received a word since. You tried to hold onto what little faith and hope you could, but each passing day made it more and more difficult. You missed him dearly. More often than not, you would cry yourself to sleep, begging for some divine intervention so that you may wake up in the morning with him lying next to you. You would stare forlornly out the window, wondering and praying that today would be the day he would ride in and hold you again, like he did.
In the time he had been absent, you noticed small things going amiss. You noticed how much quieter the manor seemed, even though Luocha was a man of few words in the first place. This quiet felt eerie and unsettling, the kind of quiet you wanted to get away from. After the quietness, came the lack of smell. You could no longer smell his cologne on his pillow or in his study. You used to tease him that he wore too much of it, but now you wished for nothing more than to have it back.
Now, the truly most frightening of things, you were beginning to forget the way he held you, as if you were made to be in his arms and no one else’s. It scared you more than words could describe. You feared that after forgetting his touch you would forget his laugh and then his smile and then his eyes, until he became nothing more than a memory that felt more like a dream. You couldn’t bear to witness the day you would forget who the love of your life is.
“Miss.” Your lady’s maid bobbed a quick curtsey before scurrying over to you with a concerned expression. “Are you quite alright? Shall I make you some tea or get you a compress while you lie down?”
Thinking over her questions, you looked at the piano again. You shook your head as you said, “No, I am fine. But if you please, could you select one of Luocha's pieces that he favored. Something pretty and uplifting, if you please, dear.”
She inhaled sharply before softly saying, “Are you sure you can manage, miss?”
“I’m sure I have not forgotten how to play. Please, anything you like, as long as it’s happy. I don’t think I could bear to listen to any of the more melancholic pieces in our collection.”
Nodding, she went to his work desk on the opposite side of the room. Rifling through some papers, you sat down and took the piece she offered you. It was your turn to be caught off-guard, reading the title: Your Words and Your Love. It was the piece he specifically commissioned to be played on your wedding day. It was the best song he ever gave in your opinion and you used to play it once a week when you entertained guests, as everyone was so astonished by the intricacies and affection within the notes of the song. It was a song you haven’t heard in months; you almost forgot it existed. Another thing about Luocha you were beginning to forget which only made your anxiety grow.
Nevertheless, you forced a smile and thanked her. “Thank you. If you would like to stay and listen, you may, but if you would rather go-”
“I’ll stay.” She assured you with a knowing smile. “Just in case you become overwhelmed, miss.”
You nodded before looking at the keys before you. After just one glance at the sheet music, the memory of playing it came rushing back and you knew muscle memory still held the notes within it. All you had to do was press the first key.
And so you did.
The tempo was slow and mournful, unlike the way Luocha had originally commissioned it to be written. You couldn’t bring yourself to play it correctly, for it felt much too happy for you. Instead you played it softly and sweetly, feeling tears well in your eyes. You just wanted your husband back. Was it really too much to ask for?
Your breath hitched in your throat when you got to the climax of the song and you had to stop. A few tears slipped down your cheeks, splashing onto the piano keys. Your hands rested on the cover for the piano keys, wanting to lock the piano forever and keep it closed with hope that he would return to you.
“Don’t stop on my account, dearest.”
A voice you haven’t heard in months spoke out to you. Gasping, you turned to see Luocha leaning against the doorframe, looking tousled and more tired than usual. He was smiling at you with that roguish smile that you had fallen in love with oh so long ago.
Before he could speak again, you had leapt off the piano bench and threw yourself into his arms. Now the tears were free falling from your cheeks as you held him tighter than you thought possible. He held you just as close and you could hear his shuddering breaths, as if he himself was trying not to cry. Pulling away, you saw his tear-stained eyes and as one dribbled down his cheek, you brushed it away with your thumb.
“Please tell me this isn’t a dream.” He breathed, pressing his forehead to yours. “Please tell me this isn’t some wonderful, splendid, wretched dream. Please, please, please tell me you are real and you are really in my arms right now.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle before pressing a kiss to his lips. “I do believe it is real.”
“Oh thank God.” He murmured before picking you up and spinning you around the parlor. A shriek of delight left you and he laughed at your reaction. Setting you down, he kissed you again, long and slow and full of the love you had so dearly missed.
With a sigh, you said, “I missed you so much, I was afraid if you did not return to me soon, I would go mad from loneliness. I was beginning to forget you and it frightened me. Promise me, Luocha, promise me that you will never leave me like that ever again.”
He nodded, becoming deathly serious. Kneeling on one knee before you, he took both of your hands in his. “You have my word and my solemn vow, dearest. If I am ever to leave for some strange reason to be parted from you, I shall simply take you with me. I will never leave your side ever again.”
You chuckled before shaking your head. “No, no. You can't take me everywhere. Your line of work would never allow it.”
“So my beloved wife does wish for us to be parted, is that right?” He teased making you shake your head again.
“No, not like that. I love you, Luocha, and I will always love you. Even when you're a million galaxies away, I will never stop loving you.” You assured him.
Standing up, he kissed you once more. You smiled into the kiss, certain it would not be your last. Your heart was overflowing with love and gratitude. Your wish to have your husband in your arms again has come true. And you were just as determined as he was to never let him go again.
After the kiss, he led you to the piano where he smiled fondly at the sheet music. “My dearest, would you be so kind as to play this again for me? I love it when you play.”
You nodded before kissing his cheek. “As long as you sit next to me while I play.”
He nodded. “Of course, dearest.”
Giggling, you sat on the bench and he sat next to you. Looking into his eyes, he smiled and kissed your lips once again. You then started to play his song specially intended for you, just the way it was written: with love and admiration and joy.
he still loves you.. He would be devastated but.. He would understand.. Your relationship never worked out, he's a trailblazer, he shuts people out not matter who they are... If only he could turn back time.
Luocha°
prioritized his work over you.. #2
Not only had he lied to you, he also had left you alone, you had left and he begged you to come back. He's devastated but he also understands, but that doesn't mean he can't try.. Right?
Jing yuan°
Prioritized his work over you #3
He really prioritized his work. As in he forgot about you a few times.. And you blew up on him. As the situation furthered down from there, you both got a divorce.. You signed the papers the next morning the same time he went to apologize.. He signed anyway, despite the heavy water in his eyes.. He knew he wasn't right at the moment..
Welt°
You reminded him too much of his past.. He also had another you whom he loved.. But.. That's not you.. He knows.. But.. He just can't deal with it, no matter how much he had tried.. Memories don't fade away. So he broke it off.. Not wanting to see you without who you actually are.
Luka°
One day both of you got into an argument.. And then "It's either me or the robot fight!" He chose the robot fight. You never came.. You never went near him, as you avoided him like a cat. He wanted to apologize but.. He simply just doesn't know where you are.. Or if you'd even want to go to him...
