Same again here. Takes place, as it says, a few days later.

Luke's POV

Atlanta's POV

Thoughts WARNING: Suggestive themes. Its basically the first chapter that makes this M.

A few days later, we were kneeling in about a foot of dust in the attic of the big house. I was glad to be inside for once. Today was one of the few days that allowed natural weather to claim camp. It was raining, hard. The ground had turned to mush and we could hear the year-rounder's complaining.

Atlanta had to sort all the junk in here as penalty for being my closest follower. I felt like it was my responsibility to help her out. It had been a mess; we'd already been up here for most of the day and Atlanta had been working in here for four months but it was almost finished.

I placed the last folder on to the pile that already had at least five dozen identical ones. I had a matching pile behind me. I sighed and looked over at my girlfriend. She was packing antique questing trophies in to boxes. She picked a bottle off the shelf and bent down to place it in the box. As she did so her shirt revealed the lower part of back.

I can still remember the feel of her skin from that night when everything started to go wrong again.

My memory had revealed more of that night since the morning after. I remember my hands moving from her wrists to her back and waist and hers wrapping themselves around my neck then moving down to my waist. Her lips against mine, her breath against my face, her naked body against my own...

That's all I remember, the build up but not the moment...

He can't remember any of it. I can. I can remember every single moment. Right from when he removed my bra up until the moment when he let me go. It was the best few hours ever, and the worst. My mind was back in control. My heart had realised that it isn't always right. I had shown my fatal flaw again, I trusted him too easily again. Time and time again I had trusted people I shouldn't and been too gullible of their promises, it had all caught up with me now. They had all come back to haunt me.

I wiped a tear from the corner of my eye with the back of my hand. 'I'm sorry Mom. I shouldn't have done it. I can see that now.' Artemis had visited me in a dream the following night scolding me of my actions. I was so close to disownment that my only way out may be joining the hunt, not that she would allow it.

I allowed the tears to flow freely down my face. I don't care who sees me cry. I'm not Atlanta Hunter. I disowned my family as a child. I was simply Atlanta. The original Atlanta was one of the best hunters of Artemis. I can't use that name anymore. Artemis wants nothing to do with me. I have to change my name, cut all connections to my past... lose Luke. 'No I can get through this... somehow...'

I held my arms to keep me from falling apart and stood up. I was so close to an emotional breakdown and he didn't know it...

I stood up and walked over to her. I wrapped my arms tight around her as she stood up again. She leaned back so I was supporting her. Tears were streaming down her face. She gave a depressed sigh. We stayed like that in silence for a few moments before I let my arms drop to my side. She turned round and took a step back to face me. She wiped the remaining tears away with the back of her hand. "Do need a box for those?" She asked gesturing slightly to my pile of papers. I nodded. Our communications had been done slightly since our night of passion. She came to visit me, but what we did was less than what we'd done before, it was like she was avoiding me or was scared of me 'what did I do to her to bring out this reaction? Atlanta, if you tell me I can help you. I just need you to trust me again'. Atlanta had said something about that 'Atlanta Hunter died with you.' and 'that I'm her ghost that doesn't deserve to speak her name let alone use it.' In other words, she wasn't who she used to be. Neither am I, but our relationship still works, sort of...

I took the box she was holding and walk back through the dust to my paper pile. I knelt in the dirt and started to pack them away. I briefly glanced at them so that I could get them in order. 'Gods these are old...' I put away the one I was holding and picked up another. '...Seriously old; 1947 old.' I continued to place them in the box in chorological order. I looked at my watch: 9:04pm Sunday 23rd October, Chiron had brought dinner up about half an hour ago. We hadn't touched them.

'Atlanta's birthday is tomorrow. I still haven't got her anything and probably won't.' I sighed. I placed the last file in the box and picked it up. "Where do you want this?" I asked. Atlanta looked at me; her red hair was tied back and moved with the movement of her head as she dipped her head vaguely at the corner. I nodded before struggling to the corner. She picked up her own box before joining me. I had placed the box down and stood up when she reached me. She held the box one handed. The other hand held something I never thought I'd see again; my dragon's talon.

"Do you want this?" She asked. I didn't hear her. I was too busy staring at the object that had helped to ruin my life. She repeated the question as she bent down to place the box on the floor. I mumbled to myself debating whether to keep it or not. Eventually, I decided to keep it. I could always put it back. She placed the object in my hand.

Our hands touched briefly. Her touch was electric. Energy shot up my arm and into my chest. My heart skipped a beat. What happened next occurred in an instant. I slipped the talon in to my pocket, wrapped my arms around her slim frame and brought my lips down to meet hers. I kissed her fervently. She didn't expect it and fought against me. Eventually, she relaxed and placed her hands on my chest. I let her hair down so that it reached my hands. I could feel her heart beating in her chest and not doubt she could feel my own...

I wanted to pull away. My mind was telling me to do so. But I couldn't he was holding me too tightly to let me. The longer I stayed there the more it reminded me of that night: the feel of his hands as they moved down my chest, his body resting on mine, my hands stoking his chest and abs and later holding on to his incredibly muscular arms as he rested his head on my upper body... I mentally shook my head to rid my head of the images; I couldn't let my heart take control. Everything would go wrong again. I could hear the thunder roll across the hills and his rapid heartbeat under his shirt. I couldn't help myself but let him take me away in the moment...

I was holding on to his shirt when it hit me. Daggers of ice struck me in the chest, each one making my heart beat irregularly. I was suddenly extremely tired. It took everything just to stand up. I suddenly realised that it was my birthday tomorrow, specifically my twenty-fifth; the date of my prophesied death. 'No. I've only got him back in my life. Fate is just harsh to keep us separate.' I breathed heavily before partly collapsing; it took all my strength to stop myself from falling. Luke was the only thing keeping me stable. 'Luke, I'm begging you. this has to be the reason you came back to me. You have to save me, this isn't a request, and this is a plea. I'm begging you please. I don't care about earlier this week. If you can save me I'll let you do it again and I won't scream. I promise. This has to be the reason you came back. You have to save me. Luke...please...'

We stayed like that for about three minutes. Lightning flashed outside the window. I broke off with a jolt and slowly the red-haired woman, who had been clinging on to shirt, opened her eyes and rested her head on my shoulder. She felt older in my arms, like twenty years older. She was so tired and weak she could barely stay awake. I moved one of my hands to stroke her hair and bent down to place my lips on top of her head before resting my cheek on her head (I have to keep reminding myself that she is only 5'8", 5 inches shorter than me). Thunder rolled across the valley.

I picked her up and swung her legs into my arms. She felt deathly cold. I carried her over to the trapdoor and placed her down beside it so that she leant against the wall. I sat down beside her. She'd closed her eyes and her breathing had become shallow. I brushed her bangs out of her eyes like she had a few days ago with mine. Her eyes fluttered open. She gave me a weak smile before closing them again and placing her head on my chest. She tried to say my name but no sound came out.

'No, don't you dare. You can't do this to me. I care too much about you to lose you again.' I stood up and carried one of the boxes over so I could prop the door opened. Once I'd done that I gathered her in my arms again. 'Still breathing; breathing's good...'

'Cold, so cold and dark, Luke, save me please, save me. I don't care about what you've done or will do, just please save me. I'm begging you, please save me. You came back for me and I'm sorry that I've treated you so badly this past week. I'm sorry that I've changed and I know you have too. I like the new you, properly like, and I loved it when he was in control. I want to build a life with you Luke, the old and the new. I love you Luke and I always will. I promise I'll treat you right and never complain or anything, just help me through this. Please...'

I carried her down the ladder to the room that I was using during my stay at camp. It was a mess. My few belongings lay strewn around the room. A small number of pictures of my past life were on the bedside table; they were the last things I looked at before falling asleep.

I laid Atlanta down on the unmade single bed that dominated the room. Her head rolled to the side and her hair fanned out around her like a fiery halo. I placed the back of my hand against her forehead. 'Cold; too cold.' I remembered Chiron telling me that if I needed it, there was blanket under the bed. I bent down and retrieved it. By the time I stood up again, my girlfriend had woken up slightly and was trying to sit up. I held her so that couldn't move. She mumbled slightly as I slipped the blanket over her shoulders. I pressed my lips gently against her cheek and embraced her tightly to try and vainly keep her warm. There wasn't much I could do except comfort her. I recalled her telling me over lunch that she might not be there tomorrow. I didn't realise she meant this. She was dying and there wasn't anything I could do. The final line of my prophecy was coming true: Only to lose the light and your love. I had fallen to the darkness at the end of my quest, almost ten years ago. I had always thought your love meant my love for Olympus, not, Gods, they can't do this to me. Haven't I suffered enough?

No, the Gods do not show mercy on mortals. You were better off with me; you almost had the whole world at your feet. 'No. It can't be. I banished him to Tartarus. I saw it with my own eyes. I died to make sure he never came back.' I shook my head trying to get rid of the voice that had changed my life for the worst. I accidently disturbed Atlanta whilst doing so. She whimpered. I held her tighter and whispered sorry in her ear. 'It's just my imagination. He can't be back.'

I kept repeating that to myself to reassure me. If there is one thing I was afraid of, other than losing Atlanta, it would be him. He destroyed my dreams with false promises; Kronus...

Where was I? I didn't recall coming to Luke's room. I only remember the cold, the dark and my shining light that gave me support, warmth and light. I fought the darkness as it crashed over me...

I sat in silence with her for what seem like hours. I occasionally shifted positions and whispered encouragement in ear but she never reacted to me. I only knew she was still alive by listening to her breathing. It sounded hollow, empty and dreadfully quiet. I would not let her leave me like I left her. She has fought by my side throughout my life: on the streets, at Camp, on quests, against Olympus. She's been beside me in almost every battle I've faced; I cannot, no, will not let her die. I turned her round slightly to look her in the eyes. They were closed and, when they opened, were glazy. I stared into the minute moons (I never asked her why they had changed colour) and got her attention. She focused on me and I could tell that it wasn't easy. She stared back into my eyes, her own kept focusing and un-focusing. I held her head steady and told her that I was not going to let her die. I pulled her closer and kissed her forehead before she laid her head onto my shoulder. I winced, it still hadn't heal properly yet and probably never would. I adjusted my position so that she could lean on it without causing me pain.

Eventually, I could feel her falling asleep against me. I started to place her down on the bed properly and, by the time her head rested on the pillow, she had already fallen asleep. I pulled the blanket and sheets tight around her in a pitiful attempt to keep her warm. I watched her murmur and scowl in her unnatural sleep. I would never let her go without a fight, but this was one battle that wasn't mine but was still losing rapidly.

I kept my eyes focused on watching her breathe so that I knew that she was still alive, but my vision was rapidly deteriorating and sweat was running into my eyes. Pain shot through my shoulder. 'Shit; no, anywhere but now; anytime but now.' I could feel myself losing consciousness. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was what I thought was my Dad. I looked up the best I could giving him a confused look. Then the darkness descended...

'I'm so sorry Luke. You're trying so hard to save me but it's hopeless. I'm dying and there's nothing anyone can do...'

I opened my eyes slightly. Everything was dark and blurred. I could just make him out as he sat on the edge of the bed. He was looking over at the other side of the room. I was too weak to look but I welcomed the darkness again, it was less painful and cruel than the light. The light was too bright and colourful and it was agonizing to look at. The dark was cool and welcoming, I could see why most people I had known and I, briefly, succumbed so willingly to the darkness, evil and Kronus. I had been lucky then, I'd been saved, this time it didn't look like I was going to be. 'I can't think like that. Thinking like that means that I've given up already, I'm not going to do that until Luke gives up and that will never...

I dreamt I was back on board the 'Princess Andromeda'. I was standing in the cabin headquarters where his coffin lay. Everything was how I remembered it, the couch, the table, the view, the casket, everything.

I was too busy looking round to notice that I wasn't alone. Two people shared the room with me. One of them was facing the chest and dressed in a button down shirt and jeans. He looked like he was the one in charge. He turned round to face the other person. I recognised him instantly. It was me before I had completely succumbed to the darkness.

The second person was definitely female. Her elfish features were partly hidden by the black hood that had been pulled up over her head. Her body was willowy and lithe as she sat on the back of couch with her back to me. She wore a black hoodie and black jeans, a sharp contrast to what I had been wearing. Wisps of feathery hair were visibly under her inky hood. If my memory was right, I was pretty sure it was Atlanta.

I could quote what I said next word for word, even though it was five years ago: "What do you want from me? Is it because I'm not what you wanted that you are not supporting me through this?" (It was the day before I descended into the underworld to become invulnerable and Atlanta was trying to stop me. I didn't know it at the time but she was trying to protect me from myself.) I, the past me, leant heavily against the wall next to the casket. Looking back now I could see that I was so blind. Atlanta had always been supporting me, even in my darkness moments, she was there to guide me and be my light. I was never alone when she was there.

She pulled the hood down and shook her head. "No, you are what I wanted even though you've changed. I just don't think this is a good idea though." He raised his eyebrow. He stood up and walked round the back of the sofa, and right through me. He wrapped his arms around my girlfriend and she looked him in the eye. She smiled and they kissed a long, lingering kiss. He slipped his hand under the neck line of her top and I remembered that I had not only gone under her shirt but her bra as well. I remembered how I had cupped her right breast in my hand and stroked the nipple with my thumb. He brought his mouth close to her ear. The past me is almost a stranger and wasn't sure how to react to this man feeling up my girlfriend in front of me, even though it was me (if that makes sense). "That's okay then." He whispered without much certainty after they finished. I knew what was coming next and thinking about it made me ashamed of how I had treated her. "They'll be more of this in bed tonight." He squeezed, pinched then twisted her nipple. She shifted uncomfortably under the grip he had on her and tried, successfully, to stifle a scream; she didn't like what I did to her. I, the real me, realised why she'd, the actual Atlanta, had been avoiding me. I'd broken my promise and abused her again; the way that she hated the most, during the moments when she had trusted me the most.

Whilst I had a breakthrough in my girlfriend's behaviour, the past version reached under her shirt to retrieve his perverted hand and slipped away from him. I looked away as the image dissolved into darkness...

"Luke!" I screamed his name at the top of my lungs as I fell into the never-ending darkness. I screamed again as the ground smashed itself into my face. I felt a cooling hand on my forehead before everything went black...

Her scream floated through the darkness to me. "Atlanta!" I tried to go to her and save her from what I had done but my legs didn't respond. I looked down and back up. "I can't. I'm sorry, I can't do it." I felt a tears form in my deep blue eyes. I couldn't help her. After all I'd saved her from; it was me who she needed to be saved from. I was the one who had caused her pain and hurt her. I could hear her crying off in front of me, tantalizing close. The ground ripped open and swallowed me, dragging me further away from her...

I landed in front of the pit, the same pit that he had come from. I could feel him down there. I tried to run but every step I took brought me closer to the edge. I could feel myself being pulled down.

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Ξέρω ότι μπορείτε να με ακούσετε, το παιδί. Περίμενε." I sub-consciously stopped struggling. No voice other than my father's had that commanding effect over me. I know you can hear me, child. Hold on. I stood next to the darkest pit in the whole of the western civilisation and listen to a man I had never listened to properly in twenty-five years. He told me to stay still and that it was all in my imagination. I didn't believe him. Atlanta needed me and I was yet again abandoning her to face the consequences of my actions...

I stood in the darkness. Gloom to my left, shadows to my right; darkness all around me. I couldn't feel what I was standing on, just the darkness. I couldn't see anything around me so I looked at the state I was in. I was standing in a pure white Greek style dress, which I thought was strange, and my skin was slightly paler. I wasn't sure if it was my imagination or not but it seemed like there was a white glow coming from the left side of my chest and the longer I stood, the brighter the white glow become. It wasn't my imagination; I could feel the cold penetrating my heart. I gasped and collapsed on to my knees. I placed my hands on the solid darkness and tried to control my breathing and let the tears flow freely down my face. 'I don't want to die. Please don't let me die, if anyone can hear me, please don't let me die...'

I opened my eyes and tried to focus on something real. The first thing my eyes focused on where a pair of eyes just in front of my own. A cool palm was against my burning forehead. "At least you're awake." I realised I had been moved from her side to the opposite side of the room. I moved the hand for my face and shook my head to clear it of the fog. He murmured something as he stood up and walked away. "Dad?" I questioned.

I stood and stumbled over to him where he standing next to my girlfriend. "You're lucky, don't you realise that?" He looked at me. "She really loves you and is sacrificing everything." He crouched next to the bed and placed his hand against her forehead. She flinched away from his touch. I moved over quickly and flicked her bangs out of her face with the back of my hand. She scowled but I wasn't sure if it was because of me or something I'd done. I sat on the edge of the bed, my hand next to her head. I winced from the pressure and it showed. Hermes shot me that over protective father look. I rolled my eyes and focused again on Atlanta's breathing, if anything it had got slower. "Artemis is doing everything she can to persuade the council to save her."

I spoke to him properly for the first time: "It's not enough is it?" It had to be bad because he refused to meet my eye. He sighed before answering that I was right...

The glow had grown brighter and the pain was unbearable. I called out in pain again but no one could hear since no one was coming. I was dying alone. 'I can't think like that. Luke has to save me. That's why he's back, to save me, right?' Another tear slid down my face and for every tear I cry the pain grows stronger and the darkness darker. I would not die alone. I gathered my remaining energy and put it towards one last cry for help, I screamed his name but deep down I knew he wasn't coming. I broke down into sobs. It was the one name I wanted to remember as I died: "Luke..."

I tried to regain control over my emotions. It wasn't his fault; it wasn't anybody's, just fate. I sighed and looked away into the corner. "I'm sorry Luke..."

I tried not to shout at him for doing nothing and just sitting there instead of saving the woman I loved. "I won't let her die, I won't." I looked over at her wax like figure. "She means too much to me."

"If you're going to do anything, you better do it quickly." My dad indicated at the clock. It read 11:33. I looked at him with wide eyes.

"You mean..."

He nodded solemnly before replying. "She has until midnight. After that, Hades has her soul forever." He looked at me. "You are the only person ever to escape the underworld, let alone Tartarus." I ignored him. 'I have twenty-seven minutes to save her. What do I do...?'

One of the most gorgeous men I had ever seen emerged from the darkness. I tried to stand up straight, I've never shown weakness to anyone who doesn't know me, but I stumbled. My foot caught itself in the hem of my dress and I fell forward. 'Who knew darkness could be so painful.' I tried to stand and partly succeeded. I was partly glad of my full length gown for the first time: it hid the fact that my legs were shaking from the strain of supporting my weight whilst in this lethargic state.

I didn't recognise him through I knew instantly that it was Thanatos, the Greek god of death. He stood and waited, waited for my appointment with death. I was not going to let that appointment that place. I tried to run but my legs wouldn't move. I could hear the countdown in my head, a constant ticking noise. My countdown, written in ancient Greek, was behind him: 25:02, 25:01, 25:00, 24:59...

I tried to think of any Greek myths involving cheating death. 'Why didn't I pay more attention in ancient Greek lessons?' The only one I could think of was Sisyphus who had captured death to escape the fields of punishment. I couldn't exactly repeat that. I had no idea about what to do. I could bargain with Hades or Olympus, but I didn't have the time to get to them and complete a deal, if there was one, before midnight. All I could do was to wait and believe that Atlanta could fight it until I had an idea...

"Olympus to Luke, come in Luke." I looked up and blinked. I had kinda zoned out trying to go through my Greek mythology knowledge. I guess he could read my face because he knew what I had been thinking about. "No ideas how to then?" I shook my head. "That's because no one has ever done it successfully before."

"You really aren't helping," I snapped. He held his hands up in surrender. "I have a suggestion." My head shot up. "I'm not sure if it will work, but it's worth a shot..."

"What is it then?" I spoke rapidly as so not to waste any time.

"Just try to get her to remember, remember everything you've been through and what you had planned for the future. It could persuade the council."

I stared at him before looking back to Atlanta. It was a pretty farfetched idea but it was better than what I could come up for. I looked back up to him but he had left. I was alone with her again. I could feel the darkness coming again. I blocked it from my thoughts and took a deep breath. "Atlanta, I'm not sure if you can hear me, but I want you to hold on. I can't do anything from here; it's all up to you. I know you can do it; I believe in you. All you have to do is remember, remember everything we did and what we said we were going to do. If you pull through this, I promise, I actually promise, that we will do everything that we said we would do, all you have to do is remember..."

It was quite unnerving having him just stand there and staring at me, particularly my chest. I could feel time dragging slowly. 10:01, 10:00, 9:59... Ten minutes of my life left. I would spend it here, alone apart from a creepy, good-looking god of death and his magical, death-recording, black i-pad.

I focused on a spot that was gradually lighter than the rest of the darkness. The ticking in my head was replaced with his voice the more on concentrated on that spot. "...I promise, I actually promise, that we will do everything that we said we would do, all you have to do is remember..." I blocked everything out but his voice. I forgot the darkness and cold and just focused on his voice.

"Remember when I brought you through the rain when we were nine and ran away with you? We promised each other that we would never leave the other. It's been difficult, yeah, but we've pulled through..." I remembered that night; the torrential rain and feeling alone, running through the rain from the monsters, twisting my ankle and losing consciousness, waking up in his living room and the conversation we had. The pain in my chest subsided slightly with the memory.

"...I said you were a great kisser and the waves lapped at our feet, then the harpy arrived to ruin the moment. Do you remember Chiron's face when it brought us in like criminals? We kept those harpies busy for years..." He was describing our first kiss on fireworks beach. It had been the first time I had seen him with his scar. I remember not caring about it as my lips met his for the first time. I ran my tongue over my dry lips, yearning for his to be against them. He laughed and it warmed my heart.

"Remember every night we spent together on the 'Princess Andromeda'. You were there every night when I needed you and I've never forgot that one day I promised that I will pay you back for that. You never complained and put up with me when everyone else hated me. I know now that you hated me more than anyone else. I sorry for what I did and I know that I can never repay you. Even so, you never gave up hope on me and always tried to protect me..." I shed a tear and braced myself for the pain. There wasn't any. The writing in the darkness was fading and so was the glow in my chest.

"...I can't remember anything from early this week, but I know you do. That's why you've been avoiding me, because of what I'd done. I've realised that I treated you worse than I've ever done before. I'm just so sorry and I really want to keep you in my life. I'm sorry for it and what may have happened but I need you to remember. That's the closest we've ever been and probably what is going to save you, just remember, please..." I recalled everything that I had tried to bury from that night. How I held on to him, how I let his hands and mouth explore every part of my body, how I buried my face in his chest multiple times and how I held tight to his arms and made them bleed during our most intermit moments. How everything was perfect until...I choked. I couldn't bring myself to remember. I focused on something else and remembered his head on my breasts as he slept afterwards.

"...I'm sorry for everything I've put you through and I wouldn't blame you if you just walked out my life forever after what I've done but, to honest with you, if you did I'd probably lose the will to live. You mean everything to me, Atlanta, and I can't lose you because...I love you too much to let you go..." His voice faded from my head and the ticking returned. 0:10, 0:09, 0:08... I concentrated on all the memories that I had collected over the past decade and a half of us. The darkness, cold and pain didn't go away. I breathed out heavily. 'I'm sorry Luke but I couldn't do it." I closed my eyes and braced myself for the worst. 0:02, 0:01, 0:00...

I looked over at the clock, midnight exactly. 'Please, can it work. Please let this work.' There wasn't anything else we could do now...

The ticking stopped and I cautiously opened my eyes. I was back in Luke's room. He was facing the wall opposite me. I sat up with ease. "Luke?" He heard me and looked round and ran over. He hugged me and I hugged him back. I never thought I'd be able to do this again. He held me at arm's length to make sure that it was actually me not just an illusion. "I did everything you told me, I remembered everything we did and it made realise how important you are to m..." I never got to finish because Luke pulled me into the best kiss we'd ever shared. I put my arms round his neck so he couldn't pull away and I felt his hands at the bottom of my back. I pulled him down to lie next to me like he had before.

I finally broke off and placed my head on his chest. "I don't believe it. You're alive..." He whispered disbelievingly. He looked down at me. "So what did happen earlier this week?" I laughed and he shared it with me.

"Do you really want to know?" I really didn't want to tell him.

"I can't help you through this if I don't know what I did."

I took a deep breath. "Okay. Just think two letters and what you used to do a lot of." It took a moment before he held me closer apologized and swore that he'd never do anything like that again. I truly believed him this time...

I couldn't believe it. Atlanta was alive and in my arms and we were laughing about everything that we had been scared about before. I had to be dreaming. She could not be alive but she was and we were going through all the memories we'd shared. She acted like she didn't mind about all the stuff I did to her and put her through but I knew she did. It was her way acting like she doesn't care when deep down she does, strongly. I held her tighter and could feel myself falling asleep next to her. It was too late for to go back to her cabin and it was her birthday so I let myself fall asleep with her in my arms...

All those memories weren't as bad as I thought they were. Luke kept tensing up at certain memories as if to say sorry. I don't care about what he's done now since in the end it's all in the past and there's nothing neither of us can do about it now and even if I had the option to change it I wouldn't because the ending might be different, I may not be here in his arms after cheating death.

His head now rested on mine and he had fallen asleep. I unwound my arms from around his neck and placed the on his chest, under his shirt, feeling his abs. 'Why do you have to be so attractive Luke? You just make me want to make out with you all the time and its hard trying to keep others off you. You're mine and I'm never ever going to let you go again.' My thumbs rubbed his torso and he pulled me in closer in his sleep as if he wanted me to do that. 'If anything, he'd got more muscular...yes, more pleasure for me! Gods that sounded perverted...oh well...nom nom.' If I was going to die suddenly this is how I wanted to, in the arms of the man that I adore. 'I meant what I said, Luke. I really do want a life with you. A real life not just an existence like we had before or just a fantasy perfect life that I've always had.'

I pressed myself closer to his chest and buried my face in him. "I love you Luke and I always will..."

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