Chapter one hundred and twenty five

Luka’s POV

I buried my face into her chest, closing my eyes tightly and inhaling deep breaths of her floral scent that filled my nose as well as the room. For some reason, it took me back to those times when I was seven, fourteen, seventeen when I was losing it and she came through for me and I couldn't help myself but take a little deeper breath every time she hugged me. The sensation of having her there, with me, made everything seem brighter. Made the air around me smell sweeter and less bitter.

It was the feeling that came from hugging a mother, that was what Claire's hug did to. The old woman patted my back gently. The world had lost its sharp edges for me, and my worries slowly faded away. After a while she released me.

I could see the tears in her eyes when she did.

“Everything is going to be okay, I promise” She sounded so sure and all I wanted to do was cling onto those words

“Thank you” I whispered, I meant it. I stepped away from weird, like I had given my vulnerability aw