Summary: Just a fleeting idea. Based Luke's feelings the day Rory graduated.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: All characters belong to ASP and the WB… yadda yadda yadda
A/N: A total WIP. I didn't even get a beta reader, so don't rake me over the coals for my awful grammar.
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Sensations where filling his body at such a rate, he knew he was going to break. The pressure too much for his body to handle. No matter what he did, it increased and expanded. Like a spark to gasoline it grew into an uncontrollable blaze.
He was about to explode…
His eyes started to blur. Words spoken became incoherent. In a dark corner of his soul a foreign foe came into the light, worse than any phobia imaginable.
He quickly seized a handkerchief from the inside lapel of his suit jacket and prepared for the worst. It was in that instant that it happened. The unimaginable, the unthinkable. The most dreaded thing that could happen… especially to him.
Luke Danes, Mr. Masculinity was about to cry.
Tears fell. Slowly at first, then they began to flow freely. His face became saturated with his tears. It seemed an eternity. Instinct told him to cover his face with his hands, as to shield himself from mockery.
Ultimately, the moment passed and he quickly dried his eyes and crammed the handkerchief back into his jacket pocket.
Luckily for him, no one witnessed the abomination. Everyone else was all "emotional" as well.
Soon cheers and acclamation filled his ears. Caps were thrown to the heavens, and the ceremony was complete.
A smile crept on his lips. He felt another inexplicable emotion. His heart was filled with jubilation. A beaming pride that only a parent could receive. The joy only a child could give.
Then he realized it. It smacked him dead in the face.
She was a daughter to him, and he positively loved her.
Fin.