[[ THEN DO IT. Samson, about Luca. Suffeeeeer. <3 ]]
♥ Samson: And the history books forgot about us. Write a drabble about your muse dying in my muse’s arms, or vice versa.
TW: Death
The letter had been a surprise, the content even more so; in the letter was a request for her presence in Italy and an accompanying plane ticket, well it seemed like she didn’t have a choice in the matter.
There was a sickening feeling in the pit of her gut as the plane landed and the feeling worsened as she made it to her destination.
It was the first time she’s seen her friend in about two months and he truly looked terrible, when did his health take a turn for the worse?
He smiled weakly at her, motioning her towards his bed and she complied with a grave heart “Luca…?” a gentle hand slipped into hers and held it as tight as he could “Sto morendo Loki" her heart stopped, siting on the chair next to his bed in disbelief "That can’t- no" her words were an out right statement and she pulled her hand away "If this is some kind of joke this isn’t funny" she sounded hurt but the look in his eyes told her that this was all too real and her heart broke "Please, please tell me this a joke" Returning her hand to his she began to tear up “Sarà bene” his voice was undeniably weak; enough so that she began to weep softly “Tu sei uno dei miei migliori amici" spoken shakily but she poured her heart out, if she was losing him then he needed to know "Incontro hai cambiato la mia vita drasticamente" his eyes widened a bit with her confession "Sono contento di aver potuto fare la differenza” squeezing his hand lightly she put a hand to her mouth trying to fight back as many tears as possible only to fail miserably “Tu sei uno dei miei migliori amici, sono così felice di averti incontrato" Luca smiled and chuckled lightly "Sono contento che siamo riusciti a diventare amici pure" his voice was softer than before and he clutched her hand tightly for a moment causing her took look up just so she could see him smile one more time; his eyes closing slowly and his hand went limp.
Resting her head against the side of his hand as she still held it, her petite frame shook with gross sobbing, she fought to breath through the emotional pain accompanied from losing one the most important individuals in her life.















