Prompt: Dreamer
He stands just a few inches away. So close and yet so far away. If I reach out now, it's likely I'll be able to touch him. The thought of his skin, so warm and enticing - it's almost more than I can handle. I let out a soft, shuddering breath, my chest heaving suddenly.
"Lucas?" I murmur, reaching a hand out.
I was wrong. I can't reach him. Can't touch him. He's just barely out of my reach, his back turned to me. But I know it's him, not anyone else - and not just because I'd know that scruffy hair, toned muscles and tanned skin - but because of the scars across the back of his neck. I'd know them anywhere.
"Lucas?" I try again, my voice sounding dreamy and like a distant echo, but he remains turned away from me.
I shuffle forward slightly and press my hand to his back. The terse muscles there jump beneath his clothing in response to my touch and he turns slowly, almost slow-motion. My heart jumps when my eyes meet his - only to find them cold and emotionless.
"Lucas?" I add more force to my voice.
Rather than respond, he suddenly reaches a hand up and presses it over his chest. The light around us suddenly brightens - not by much, just enough so that I can see his face a little clearer - his face, his beautiful face, which is covered in blood in a very familiar formation. Then I look down to where his hand rests over his chest.
"What's... wrong?"
His hand suddenly moves away from his chest - and reveals a bloodied hole in his chest. I gasp, stumbling back an unsteady step, memories flitting through my head suddenly. Betraying the Colony, getting mom back, the attack - shooting Lucas to protect Taylor. God, I shot him.
"Lucas..." My voice trembles as I reach for him.
"You did this. You did this, to me. Even though I loved you." His eyes remain on mine and although his voice slowly rises with intensity and loudness, his eyes don't change. "Even though I loved you and forgave you! You killed me! You did this!"
"No," I whimper. "I... I didn't have a choice..."
"Yes you did. And you killed me," he screams the words.
He leaps at me suddenly and the world dissolves, fading away until nothing remains but utter blackness. I float it in for a second before something jerks me out of it.
I sit up in bed, heart hammering, body slick with sweat as I gasp for breath. It was a dream - a nightmare. Just a nightmare. Not real. Lucas is dead. I killed him. He's not alive.
No matter how badly I wish he was.