Lucas looks at the back of Kate’s body as she’s busying herself folding the Jenkins’ laundry inside the laundry room in the basement. She was already there when he arrived. He sits on the stairs, not saying anything. He’s just staring at her. Kate knows that he’s there, she doesn’t turn around to face him, buying time. There’s so much to say, but at the same time, there’s nothing.
Love, why does it have to hurt so much? It didn’t seem like it when they were still five years old. At that time, Lucas followed Kate everywhere and did everything that she asked him to do. It was fun. Kate would ask for the stupidest of things, so stupid Lucas never knew how to do what she asked him to do. But he always managed. Each and everything she asked of him, he would always be able to do it.
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