Placid (Luke Hemmings)

Chapter Seven

| emma's pov |

The look on his eyes were distant, like he was deep in thought about something, or even someone. I waved a hand in front of his face, trying to somehow get him back to reality. He was unfazed, still looking straight ahead.

I brushed off the sand from my black shirt. I was trying my best to keep myself occupied, seeing as Luke was caught up on... something I don't know of. It was really awkward to be with someone who easily daydreamed.

The calming waves were probably the only thing I could hear. Other than that, everything was eerily quiet. The only reason I agreed to this 'beach meeting' was because I thought we'd finally have a decent, productive conversation. Turns out, it would just be like any other day with him- silent but relaxing, at some point.

"Do you ever get lonely?" He suddenly asks, out of nowhere.

I was caught off guard by this question, I didn't actually expect him to ask something as personal as that. "Sometimes. But you know, there comes a time in your life when you're actually used to being alone. It becomes like, a normal thing." My eyes wandered over to glance at him; he was intently staring in my direction. "Well, how about you?"

A smile crept up on his lips. "Not anymore. I have you..." he trailed off, looking the other way, "and some other people, who make me happy. You keep me company."

"You know what? You make me happy, too, Luke. Thank you for that," I said, giving him a light pat on his back. I would have slung my arm around his shoulder, but he was out of my reach.

He made an amused sound, returning the pat I gave him with two taps on my head. Luke turned to face the sky, probably going off to his own wonderland again.

"I don't know if you can hear me, but I just want to say that you're different, Luke. A good kind of different, I guess," I told him, crossing my arms because of the cool breeze that passed.

"If only you knew how different I was," he responded, a blank look in his eyes. He didn't seem like he knew what he was saying. His head shook slightly. "It's getting late. We should probably go." He immediately stood up, offering a hand for me to take.

I pretended to not hear what he said and took his hand, "Yeah, sure."

"If only you knew how different I was." Those eight words got stuck in my head, ringing over and over again.