Snippet #2172629

Luke

’God, Luke. What are you doing?’ Luke thought. He hung his head and loosened his grip on the girl’s wrists before letting her go completely.
He stepped away from the bed, looking at her in her vulnerable position.
Luke wanted to say sorry, but he convinced himself not to. He cannot justify all his acts with that one word.

He ran his hand through his hair and glanced at the girl, his eyes normal again, before looking in a different direction.
Her silence scared him the most. For the hour that they have known each other Luke had realized that she was a talkative and bubbly person.
He shouldn’t take that away from her.

Luke stood in his room, looking at the wall like a child waiting to be scolded by an angry parent.
“Are you scared of me?” Luke asked, still not making eye contact. His voice was strong, yet it was clear that he wanted to know what she was thinking. As if his whole world would crumble if she didn’t approve of him being different.

All Luke wanted to do was make up for the one moment that had now passed. But how can he do that? What do girls these days even like? Maybe they like clothes and dresses as much as his mother used to, or treats like the chocolates his father used to share between them before bed time.
“I...” Luke started, he stopped himself and closed his eyes, as if them being closed made things better.
“I want to make it up to you, tell me what you like?” He said eventually then looked up at her.