Tomorrow Never Dies

Chapter 3

Luke's P.O.V

I wake up to a bright light shining on my face. I roll over on my stomach to avoid the sunlight, hitting the wall in the process. I lift my head off of the pillow and rub my eyes, resting my elbows on the mattress. It takes me a moment to realize where I am as I look around the unfamiliar room.

Last night's conversation didn't go as I hoped. All I wanted was for (y/n) to open up to me. I want her to know that she can trust me. Though I shouldn't have said what I did last night. It was really none of my business. I feel horrible for making (y/n) cry. She tried to act tough in front of me but I could hear her muffled sobs through the thin walls. I wished I could have just gone out there and comforted her, ignored the fact that I haven't slept in two days and stayed up all night long holding her while she cried in my arms. But she likes her space. So I gave it to her.

After everything that happened yesterday I can tell you one thing- under that tough, sarcastic, independent exterior- she has a heart. There's just so many walls she's put up around it, and over time I hope to break those walls. She didn't have to help me. She could have just let me die but she took me with her. She didn't have to help me when I was freezing to death but she did. Probably because before all of this shit happened she was once a loving and caring person. I should probably apologize to her. I don't want to make things awkward. And I especially don't want her being angry with me, considering she's currently my only chance for survival.

I face-plant back into the pillow and sigh. Then I turn on my back and stretch my limbs as far as they could go. I sit up on the edge of the bed so my feet are touching the floor and I put my head in my hands. I stay like that for a moment, trying to figure out what to say to (y/n). Should I tell her I heard her crying? Should I just say sorry for what I said? Or should I just act like nothing happened and we can move past this.

I look to my right and see my long sleeved t-shirt and jeans neatly folded on the bottom edge of the bed. I grab them and put them on, followed by my socks and shoes. I stand up, walk to the bedroom door and open it. Silence. I step into the living room area and look over to the kitchen and into the bathroom.

My stomach drops. No sign of (y/n) anywhere. My heart begins pounding in my chest as realization sets in. She's gone.

I begin panicking at the thought of her leaving me by myself, or worse something happening to her. Hopefully she just regretted bringing me with her and decided to ditch the dead weight.

I grab the knife she left on the kitchen table and run outside. I follow in the direction of her muddy footprints although they stop after a certain point, and begin calling for her.

"(y/n)!" I yell for a second time.

No answer.

(Y/N)'s P.O.V

"(Y/N)!" I hear him yell louder. Jeez can't this guy take a hint. I raise my bow ready to let the arrow fly at my target. I always hated the idea of hunting deer, yet here I am about to kill for my meal.

I'm about to shoot when I hear footsteps behind me, sounding more like a stampede. My target looks up to the sound, sees me, and just as I'm about to shoot I feel a force collide with my body, scaring away my precious deer. So much for eating a decent meal.

"Dammit Luke you scared away our only chance for some actual food." I say, motioning to the where the deer use to be. "And why the hell are you screaming?"

I turn around and see a pale face with a bewildered expression. "You alright? You look like you've seen a ghost." I say as he catches his breath.

"Yeah, I-I thought you...I thought something might have happened," he said, "I woke up and you were nowhere to be found."

"Oh, sorry... I'm not use to people caring about my whereabouts, I wasn't thinking. I should have wrote you a note or something..." I say trailing off.

"It's fine I just--is that mine?" Luke's eyes looking to the grey hoodie I'm wearing.

"Oh, yeah. I thought you'd be asleep longer, I didn't think you'd miss it. It was quite chilly this morning and I wanted to go hunting but..." I say, referring to the deer he scared away.

"Right, sorry about that." He says as he scratches the back of his head.

"Well we don't have much food left so I have to catch something. Watch my back. Stay behind me and don't make a sound." I say and we begin to follow in the direction that the deer ran off to.

"Umm about last night-" he begins and I shake my head.

"Don't worry about it" I interrupt.

"No, I wanted to apologize. I shouldn't have said anything, it was none of my business. It was out of line and I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry." He says and I shrug my shoulders.

"Really Luke, don't worry about it. It's not a crime to be curious." If anything I was almost grateful for what he said last night. Although it hurt like hell letting my emotions go, it felt like a huge weight lifted off my chest.

"I just...I want you to know that you can trust me" he lightly grabs my arm and we look at each other for a moment.

I don't know what to say. So I just smile and nod.

We continue tip-toeing through the woods for about twenty minutes and I see a movement nearby. Aha. I tug on Luke's sleeve and put my finger to my lips, telling him to keep quiet and I point to the deer ahead. I smile and whisper for him to watch me. I'm half hidden behind a tree, out of the deer's sight and draw back my bow ever so quietly. I hold my bow close to my body in a perfect stance, aiming at my target and finally letting go. The arrow flies and seconds later we hear a hard thud to the ground. I look up at Luke who has a smile on his face to match mine. I guess we're eating good after all.