𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐒 is the daughter of Luke Danes, and is always second best to the already perfect Rory Gilmore, somebody who Lucy has compared herself to her entire school life until Rory is accepted to the prestigious school, Chilton, somew...
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December 11th, 1984
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[ LUKE'S POV ]
I RECEIVED THE PHONE CALL AT EIGHT AM. ON THE ELEVENTH OF DECEMBER.
I was sound asleep, trying to catch a couple more hours before I'd have to go and help my father out in the hardware store. It's a Sunday, a day of rest, and I desperately want to stay in bed but I know that I have to pick up this phone because it's rang three times in the last minute, indicating that something is going on.
I somewhat expect it to be my father demanding me to come down to the store but when as I move to answer the phone, I find that it isn't my father. It's a woman.
"Is this Lucas Danes?"
My full name is never used unless it's serious and I don't recognise the voice on the other end of the line. I'm slightly tempted to hang up the call but I can't go back to sleep without knowing what this call is about, especially when my full name has been used.
I clear my throat, shifting uncomfortably to rest against the table. "Uh, speaking."
"Hi, Mr Danes. We need you to ask you a few questions in regard to Violet Walker."
God, I hadn't heard that name in a long time. She and I had something of a relationship over a year ago. We were a disaster from the beginning, only dating for four months before calling it quits because I could not commit to save my life. I solely hated the idea of being in a relationship and I only wanted something casual and less serious. I wanted something with no strings.
Violet, on the other hand, wanted commitment. She wanted the flowers and the big love declarations that I just couldn't give her. Me and Violet haven't spoken since our breakup so why is this woman asking me about her? I never expected to hear from her or see her again which I didn't exactly mind.
"Do you know Violet Walker?"
"Uh, yeah. Yeah, I do. Why?" I reply, my arm crossing over my chest as I rest the phone in between my shoulder and cheek.
"Well, I'm calling from Connecticut Children's Medical Center in Hartford in regards to your daughter—"
I don't hear anything else after the words, "your daughter" is said. For a second, I think I'm hallucinating because there is no way I heard her correctly. I don't have a daughter. It's not impossible, but me and Violet never— Well,we did, but we were— Okay I can't a daughter, not right now. There is no way I have a daughter.
