Luka walked through his door and absently through his keys on the table. He fell onto the couch not quite ready to face the reality of what just happened. "She left....they left" he said aloud to himself. There were so many questions filling his head that he needed answers to, but there was nobody to ask. Right now all he had was the memory of them driving away. And all he can see is the look on Sam's face when he tried to get her to talk to him. Never had he seen her look so vulnerable and frightened. That was not the face of the strong mature women he knew her to be. That was the look of a frightened girl who seemed desperate and empty of hope. He knew that look well, because until recently, for many years it stared back at him whenever he looked in a mirror. What the hell happened! Though deep down he knew Steve had something to do with this. He never should have left her. He should have just talked to her, "DAMN IT", he shouted. If only he she would of come to him, but why should she. He had broken up with her, for what he though was an opportunity for Alex to have a real family. The irony is that Luka was now certain that he was the one meant to give that to them, just as he was certain they were also meant to give it to him. Luka leaned forward, placing his arms on his knees staring intently in front of him as if trying to make them magically appear by sheer will. The realization of the situation finally hit him. In all probability he was never going to see them again. He placed his face in his hands trying to hide from the anguish of what he had just lost. For the first time in a very long time Luka gave into his pain and silently began to weep.
It was 9:30pm and Sam was well out of the city. But the further she drove away from Chicago the more she remembered the pain on Luka's face as she told him that her and Alex were leaving. God! This was so much harder then the last times. Never before did she start questioning her decision to leave so quickly and if she did she always managed to reason it out as being for Alex's own good. But right now driving away from the first home her and Alex had in a long time, she was questioning herself and only coming up with more questions. With that last thought she looked in her rear view mirror at Alex, who was sitting quietly staring out the window, with a looked that could only be described as...resigned. "We'll find a hotel and stop for the night and pick up a couple of hamburgers o.k. Alex?" "Whatever." Sam sighed understanding Alex's anger and reluctance to talk. She tried to draw him out of his self imposed silence. "Listen I know how you must feel, in fact...." "You didn't even let me say good-bye, and I probably won't ever see him again!" Alex shouted at her before she could finish what she was saying. His voiced filled with anger and the unmistakable crackling of someone trying very hard not to cry. "Don't worry, knowing your father he'll track us down eventually" Sam winced at the harshness she heard in her own voice. "I wasn't talking about him." Alex said so softly that Sam barely heard him, but she knew exactly who he was talking about....Luka. She had been trying very hard to avoid thinking of not seeing him again and how that would make her feel. But the reality of never seeing Luka again hit her in an instant. The power of that realization struck with such force that she had trouble catching her breath. He was the only man that brought her joy. Just his presence in her life made her happy and now that was gone, by her own choice. "What am I going to do?" Sam whispered. Not knowing the answer Sam focused on the road looking for a motel to stay at for the night and trying not to let Alex hear her cry.
It was 9:30pm and Sam was well out of the city. But the further she drove away from Chicago the more she remembered the pain on Luka's face as she told him that her and Alex were leaving. God! This was so much harder then the last times. Never before did she start questioning her decision to leave so quickly and if she did she always managed to reason it out as being for Alex's own good. But right now driving away from the first home her and Alex had in a long time, she was questioning herself and only coming up with more questions. With that last thought she looked in her rear view mirror at Alex, who was sitting quietly staring out the window, with a looked that could only be described as...resigned. "We'll find a hotel and stop for the night and pick up a couple of hamburgers o.k. Alex?" "Whatever." Sam sighed understanding Alex's anger and reluctance to talk. She tried to draw him out of his self imposed silence. "Listen I know how you must feel, in fact...." "You didn't even let me say good-bye, and I probably won't ever see him again!" Alex shouted at her before she could finish what she was saying. His voiced filled with anger and the unmistakable crackling of someone trying very hard not to cry. "Don't worry, knowing your father he'll track us down eventually" Sam winced at the harshness she heard in her own voice. "I wasn't talking about him." Alex said so softly that Sam barely heard him, but she knew exactly who he was talking about....Luka. She had been trying very hard to avoid thinking of not seeing him again and how that would make her feel. But the reality of never seeing Luka again hit her in an instant. The power of that realization struck with such force that she had trouble catching her breath. He was the only man that brought her joy. Just his presence in her life made her happy and now that was gone, by her own choice. "What am I going to do?" Sam whispered. Not knowing the answer Sam focused on the road looking for a motel to stay at for the night and trying not to let Alex hear her cry.