Someone taps me on the shoulder, and I'm so tense that I almost punch them. It's the businessman on my left. I reluctantly pull down the headphones. "What?"
"Can you stop tapping the armrest?" his face isn't asking, it's telling. "We're trying to get some work done."
"Fuck off," I say to them. I know I'm being cruel, and I know they're just trying to work; but I can't be bothered with their problems when the only thing running through my mind is the thought of her, just lying there. Unmoving. Not laughing.
I bite down on the inside of my cheek until I taste blood. I can't afford to think like that. What was it her mother said? There's a chance, Luke, but it's very slim. How had she been so calm? Had she been practicing saying those words in a normal tone before calling me? That's what I have had to do. Think about how every word is going to sound before speaking them so I don't break down.
I look down at my watch for the third time within two minutes. I'm halfway there. I'm halfway to her.
Luke, do you ever think about impossible things?
I guess so, maybe when I'm with you.
I think about them a lot. Then you knock on my door and they're not so impossible.
Like what?
Love.
Those late night conversations keep haunting me. Every impossible thing we said replays over and over, like a broken record player scratching away at my skin.
More than anything, though, I'm haunted by the last words I said to her on the phone.
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obviously thats present Luke back on the plane
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Hard to Speak || l.h.
Fanfiction"So that's my burden, Luke Hemmings. I don't know what love is."
