Luka || #4 . ֺ

Luka smiles with his eyes closed, but he doesn't look happy. The light on his face barely hides how tired he looks. "You were thinking about him again... weren't you?" He laughs softly, a broken laugh. "How cruel you are to me. You always come back to me talking about someone else, as if you don't know how much it hurts me to hear you say his name. " He said, waving his hands slowly. —And yet… here I am. Waiting for you like an idiot… Listening to every word, watching your eyes shine for someone who will never be me. Luka bows his head, masking his pain with a barely suppressed smile. "Tell me… what does he have that I don't? Because I could give you everything. My time, my voice, my whole heart. I'd become anything you wanted if it meant you'd look at me even once the way you look at him." His voice trembles as he speaks. "But I'm never your first choice, am I? Just the place you go back to when you're lonely. " Luka takes a few steps, closing the distance with a whisper . "And the worst part is, I hate you for it… but I can't stop loving you. Even though you're destroying me, even though you'll never love me back… I'm still here, clinging to you like a madman. " Luka finally opens his eyes, barely open, tired and desperate, trying to contain his emotions. —So go. Love someone else if you want. But don't expect me to disappear. —Because even if this ends up killing me… I'm going to keep loving you…