Luke’s POVFrom the night we found her caught in our trap in the woods, there was something different about her. I couldn't tell if it was in a good way or a bad way. And as I watched her grow conscious, there was something in her eyes that made me think she would have a hard time trusting us completely. And when she told me why she was on the run, her story sounded even more tragic to me than before, and I began thinking it wasn't just me imagining things. She wasn't really telling me all she was trying to do, and I had no idea who she really was.Sara was like a puzzle, I couldn't piece together - one of my favorite things to do was play with pieces and try to figure them out. But for some reason I kept losing sight of what I was supposed to be doing. And maybe I never would understand Sara.It was as if the more I tried to understand her, the less I could. Like a part of me that didn't want to. Maybe it was because she was so beautiful - but that didn't feel right either. It fe

Luka’s POVIt didn't make sense to me, none of it made any sense to me.What did she mean by I was in love with Emily? it seemed so absurd that she had even said that, it made absolutely no sense, and I knew that but I couldn't seem to get away from her. There was no way I was in love with Emily , Emily was not my type at all, not even close, in fact, I could only ever find myself thinking about the one thing I wanted in this whole wide world, which she was not, because if we were together, then my life would have been nothing like what I thought it would be, if we had ever been together.I loved Portia, I have always loved her since we were little kids. Her smile made everything brighter and less painful for me in that world. Her eyes were so full of joy and curiosity, and yet they looked so tired sometimes, like a cat who is used to sleeping late in the afternoon and is now waking up every hour to sleep again until noon, and her laugh was always contagious, it made us both laugh

Luke’s POvTwo things were pretty clear to me. One, Sara was to be watched with great care because she was currently going through something that had awoken her demons and secondly, I was going to get her to talk to someone - even if it wasn't me, because I could relate to how therapeutic talking is.It was a miracle that she was currently sitting calmly beside me. a miracle that the child in her womb was alive. I helped fasten her seatbelt, surprised that she let me without protesting or maybe it was because she was fed up with the hospital and wanted to get as far away from it as possible.She was ready to leave it all behind her. As we drove away, I noticed that she kept looking over at the road, her mouth twisted in anger and her eyes narrowed like they usually did when she was frustrated.Then I watched her close her eyes and when she opened them and fixed them back on the road, I noticed something was wrong. First, it was the fear I saw in her eyes before I noticed that she was

Luke’s POVI decided to take a break later that evening to my favorite spot. Funny how it was still my favorite even though it held memories of the things I didn't want to remember anymore. It wasn't hard at all for me to get there, considering its location. A good walk would do wonders for clearing my head.It held too much of memories of her, of us, of everything she meant to me in this world and that. Her smile, eyes, hair, and voice were etched into the memory so deeply that sometimes I could feel them. My hands remembered every inch of her body. The way she felt. What I felt when she kissed me, what we did together. The way she screamed at me in the middle of our unruly passion . How we both got out of bed in the morning, smiling at each other like fools in love. She made me laugh. Made me happy. That was when things changed between us. I realized how one-sided it had been, she didn't feel the same way about me as I did about her. If she had, she would never have done what s

Luka’s POVI saw Emily, she looked more beautiful than I could remember. Her golden skins shone under the moonlight like they were made of crystal. Her golden blonde curls framed her face. A smile was on her soft pink lips as she stood there waiting for whoever.I couldn't believe my eyes, it felt surreal that she had just been there all this while I searched for her everywhere, looking for her everywhere but nowhere in particular. She was just standing there when she had been there for years before, a few months after I lost hope to ever find her. It was almost like déjà vu again, but this time it wasn't so bad. “Emily?” I called out, I needed to be sure that it was really her, “Emily?!” This time it came out louder as if it would somehow give me permission to run and hold her in my arms forever.She turned around and smiled at me. I ran to her, I couldn't stop myself now even if I tried, my body just seemed to move on its own. As we embraced, I noticed how warm she felt against