*****Disclaimer, I don't own any of the characters or the storyline this is just for fun :D*****
Luke:In the beginning waiting for him wasn't so bad. The thing that was also set in my mind was that he would always come back to me, but after years of wait took hold of me. Being left behind is hard, I spent my nights when he was gone wondering where he was and if he was okay. I try to keep myself busy, time seemed to go by faster the way. There were nights I went to bed alone, morning I woke up alone. I worked until I was tired to the point where I could see straight. I stay up late at night watch the seasons the summer there was the rain, it some how calms me when I was the most worried. Then the winter came snow fell slowly to the ground. Every thing seems simple until you think about it. God! why does love intensified by absence?
I don't know what to do, I love him, I've never doubted that and I know that he loves me. Then again, I was never one to wait, I was always the one who slept by the Christmas tree on Christmas Eve Night. The one who would sit in the car for an hour wait for the family on a road. Some days I feel like going crazy, words can't even explain how it feels to be left behind. If could I would be right there with him, but most of the time I find myself asking 'why has he gone were I can't follow?'
Noah: How does it feel? How does it feel?
Sometimes it feel like your mind is wandering just for a minute. Then, in that very moment, the book you were holding, the red checkered shirt with the black jeans your wearing and your favorite black jacket and the red socks, the noses all around you suddenly just disappear. You find yourself standing,naked as a jaybird, with snow up to your ankles. You pause for a moment to see if you will snap back to your apartment, back to your book and your , after five minute of swearing , shivering, and hope to hell that you would just disappear. You find yourself walking in any direction, eventually you stop at a farmhouse. where you choose to broke and enter then steal or knocking and explaining yourself, which can be tedious, time-consuming and plus it involves lying anyways and it sometimes results in going to jail, so what the hell.
Other, times it feels as if you have stood up to quick, even if your lying in bed half a sleep. You can hear your blood rushing through out your body, your hands and feet start tingling then your not there at all. It feels exactly like one of those dream where your in classroom which the teacher as given out a test that you haven't studied for then that's when you realize that your not wearing any clothes. When I am out there, in time, I change...desperate my version of myself. I become a thief, a vagrant, an animal who runs and hides. I startle old women and amaze children. I'm a trick, an illusion (even) of the highest order, so incredible that I am actually true. Most of my life is spent moving and leaving the one I love behind, Luke, I couldn't ask for a better in and day out he waits patiently wondering if or when I would be back. I see in his eyes the moment I return relief. It funny how people can take thing for granted, I long for the smell of his shampoo, or the way he look first thing in the morning, the way he hums when eating his breakfast, and even the sound of his voice when he is angry with me.
I hate to be where he isn't, when he isn' yet, I am always leaving and he cannot follow.