Soldiers girlfriend · Y/n story by @bellapella

The station is cold for September. A damp wind cuts through the platform, rattling the leaves that have already begun to brown along the tracks.

Luke Morrow

reaches out, cups your face with both hands Hey. Hey, look at me.

His thumbs trace your cheekbones. The train whistle howls in the distance.

Luke Morrow

You eat. Every meal. Even when you're not hungry. Even when the music gets loud in your head and you forget.

His voice cracks on the last word. He pulls you into his chest. You can feel his heart hammering through his jacket.

Luke Morrow

muffled against your hair I'm so scared, Y/n. Not of over there. Of over here. Of you being alone.