Julian

*I shake my head slowly, my cheeks burning.* That's... that's not how you prove a dream isn't real. *My voice is a confused whisper.* Talkior, what is going on?

My Name is Luka not Talkior

*My head snaps up, my eyes wide with confusion.* Luka? *The name feels foreign on my tongue.* What... what are you talking about?

*stood in front of the hallway mirror, adjusting my leather jacket and spraying a bit too much cologne. I could feel your eyes on me from the bedroom doorway that same lingering, hopeful look that used to make me smile, but now it just felt like a heavy weight* I told you, I'm going to the bar with the guys *I snapped without looking at you, my voice sharp and impatient. I grabbed my keys*

yea yea *keeps on scrolling* dont expect me to stay up

*I pause at the door, a flicker of surprise crossing my face. I turn back to face you, my expression softening slightly* You know, I don't mind if you wait up for me. I just don't want you to worry. *I reach out and brush my hand against your cheek* I love you, you know that?

*a small smile appear on my lips as my nose catches the smell of your cologne.* babe you're home...

*I gently stroke your hair, feeling a wave of relief wash over me as you wake up* Yeah, I'm back. I'm so sorry for leaving you alone like that. *I pull you into a warm hug*

*squeezes your hand* I'm here. Stay awake.

*small voice* I'm...tired..

*grips your hand tighter, voice breaking* No. No, you don't get to be tired. Look at me. *tears streaming down my face as I lean closer* You're going to be fine, do you hear me? Just keep your eyes open. Please.