A/N- I've decided to write another chapter for this, as part of my fic
writing spree. This chapter is written from Luka's POV, on the same topic-
loneliness. I might do a chapter on loneliness from POV's of a few ER
characters, I don't know, or I might just stick to Luka and Susan. Please
R&R
I walk down the street, part of a mass of people. I look no different to any of them, sure they have their troubles, but mine run deeper than anyone knows. My troubles run so deep that it's amazing I'm still standing today, I could go and cry, but that's not my style. Heaven knows, I've done enough crying to last me a long time.
Sometimes I wake up and long to get my wife and children back. You see I have this dream, my family are alive, I wake up in the arms of my wife, I kiss her good morning and my children bound into our bedroom. It's not just a dream, it was a reality years ago and I long to go back to that reality.
Since I lost my wife I've been with people, but they've left me and now I'm just here...lonely. Sometimes the loneliness gets to me and I just want someone, someone to spend the rest of my life with, someone to love. I've lost Abby and I loved her. It hurts me to see her with Carter and I can see my own hurt mirrored in Susan. I know that secretly she wishes she hadn't let Carter slip away and I feel I can relate to what she feels.
Let's face it, I'm not getting any younger and I'm going through women at such a tremendous rate, that I wouldn't be amazed if there isn't a single girl left Chicago I haven't slept with. I'm going through women at this rate because I'm looking for comfort, I'm looking for someone who cares about me.
At work I'm becoming hated because of how I act and I want to explain to them that I'm just going through hard times. I thought I was over Abby, I really did, but it turns out that I'm not, because I just can't stand to see her happy when I'm so sad.
The scary thing is that I see myself growing older every day, I see myself growing older and time seems to tick by. If I don't do something soon I'm going to spend the rest of my life alone and I'm scared of that.
I don't want to be scared, I don't want to be alone, I just don't know what I should feel. I've lost my family and I've been told so many times that I should move on, try to make something of my life and I want to, I want to so much that sometimes I ache inside. I just don't know how to do something with my life, I need someone to show me the way and as for that special someone - I'm still looking.
I walk down the street, part of a mass of people. I look no different to any of them, sure they have their troubles, but mine run deeper than anyone knows. My troubles run so deep that it's amazing I'm still standing today, I could go and cry, but that's not my style. Heaven knows, I've done enough crying to last me a long time.
Sometimes I wake up and long to get my wife and children back. You see I have this dream, my family are alive, I wake up in the arms of my wife, I kiss her good morning and my children bound into our bedroom. It's not just a dream, it was a reality years ago and I long to go back to that reality.
Since I lost my wife I've been with people, but they've left me and now I'm just here...lonely. Sometimes the loneliness gets to me and I just want someone, someone to spend the rest of my life with, someone to love. I've lost Abby and I loved her. It hurts me to see her with Carter and I can see my own hurt mirrored in Susan. I know that secretly she wishes she hadn't let Carter slip away and I feel I can relate to what she feels.
Let's face it, I'm not getting any younger and I'm going through women at such a tremendous rate, that I wouldn't be amazed if there isn't a single girl left Chicago I haven't slept with. I'm going through women at this rate because I'm looking for comfort, I'm looking for someone who cares about me.
At work I'm becoming hated because of how I act and I want to explain to them that I'm just going through hard times. I thought I was over Abby, I really did, but it turns out that I'm not, because I just can't stand to see her happy when I'm so sad.
The scary thing is that I see myself growing older every day, I see myself growing older and time seems to tick by. If I don't do something soon I'm going to spend the rest of my life alone and I'm scared of that.
I don't want to be scared, I don't want to be alone, I just don't know what I should feel. I've lost my family and I've been told so many times that I should move on, try to make something of my life and I want to, I want to so much that sometimes I ache inside. I just don't know how to do something with my life, I need someone to show me the way and as for that special someone - I'm still looking.