He’d lived up to his given name.
Ghost.
Luka disappeared after Viper’s death.
He’s been gone for three weeks. Three, excruciatingly long weeks where every day becomes harder than the one before it.
The first week; I’d embarrassed myself. Watching. Waiting. Hoping. So much f*****g hope. I’d stare up at the night sky, sitting atop the roof at the academy, wrapped in a sweatshirt I stole from his dirty laundry, just begging the moon for another day with him. Another moment together.
It was then that I’d realized how deeply in love with Luka Draven I was. I’d promised myself I’d never fall for this bullshit again, yet somehow, I found myself lost in the deepest parts of myself and finding him intertwined in every fiber of my being.
Every night when I’d try to fall asleep, I longed
