Gemme: Just Go.

He was gone too quickly, I couldn’t do anything. So I had a moment to think, when he got the money he thought of leaving me. Taking the money and leaving. Now when I told him I wanted him to go to be happy he stormed off. I’m so confused! But, I didn’t want to let him go. But that’s what he wanted, didn’t he? I shook my head, slipping on my trainers I ran out the house. I didn’t need to search for his mind to know where he had gone. I wasn’t unfit, but I didn’t train everyday so the run to the drug den was quite tiring, I allowed myself time to breathe before I knocked on the door.

"Luca... I'm sorry, it's just when I heard you get the money you thought about leaving; I thought that if that was the first thing you thought about that's what you wanted.”

"You have no idea." He was right, although I needed a little bit more specificity. I hated to ask him to elaborate, I knew he would snap. "About?"

"Anything. Just leave me alone," he growled. Now it was my turn to feel cold. I didn’t realise how much I meant to him.

"You need me Luca." That may have sounded desperate, that’s not what I meant.

"I don't need anyone. I don't want anyone, either. Go away."

"Luca, the police are coming. You need me to hide you." That’s what I meant. Although I’m sure he still didn’t ca- "Screw the police, I live here. If they don't like it, they can stick it where the sun doesn’t shine." I told you so.

"Luca. I'm sorry, how would you feel when you hear 'I don't want to end up hanging around her just because it makes her happy, either?' Even in my dreams it hurt me."

"For someone who claims to pick up everything in their sleep, you sure missed a lot of it, didn't you?"  I never said everything, did I? Course not...

"I wasn't concentrating. I was practically unconscious!" I heard a bang and the sound of a dying guitar. Poor guitar.

"Luca I'm sorry, I didn't think. I didn't think it would hurt you so much. I was confused and... an..." I clenched my teeth. I wouldn't cry, you weak baby. "I don't want you to leave. I just need to know what you want."

"I don't know what I want!" He shouted.

"Well. If it means anything at all I'm sorry." I murmured, my voice getting quieter and quieter as I spoke. He fell silent and I heard the police mumbling outside about the torn tape. “Luca... please, let me in.” I pleaded. I heard the door unlock and I crept in, silently closing the door behind me. Luca darted behind me and locked the door. “Luca, what do I mean to you?” I didn’t want to push him, but I was so confused. I looked around the place, trying to hide how awkward I felt, even without the drugs scattered around the place it still looked dreary.

"I don't know." He scowled, unable to meet my eye. "I wish I did." I wish I knew too.

I looked at him, although not in the eye. "What do you want me to mean to you?”

"I don't want you to mean anything to me. I want you to go back to just being someone at school that I don't know." He looked up at me, "it was easier when I didn't care."

I couldn’t quite take in what he had said and I was still biting back the tears. "Wait. What?" The tears fought even harder but I shook them away.

"You should get out of here. The police are coming, remember?"

 

“Don’t hide us.” He mumbled, I tilted my head, “What?” Are you crazy...!?

"Let them find me, I'm in the mood for a fight."

I pulled back the book, hugging it to my chest I nodded, "O...kay." I muttered dropping the illusion.  I would have fought with him, telling him it wasn’t right but... I really didn’t like the look in his eyes.

"You can take the rest of the money and bail me out of jail later. If you want to see me again, that is."

"I won't have to. I can change minds remember?" I mumbled, a slight smirk appearing on my lips. "Just try not to kill any of them." I really didn’t want to have to cover up murder, assault maybe. Murder was one step too far.

"I can't make any guarantees."

I rolled my eyes, just great, but I didn’t want the pain in my chest to grow further. "Okay. Go on.”

"You should go." He said as he stood up, unlocking the door.

"Don't worry. I'm not actually here." That sounded better in my head, but it was true. I was shrouded in an illusion.

"You should go," he repeated firmly. I had probably seen worse than what he could do but I would do what he asked. "Please. Come back to mine when you're done here." I kiss his cheek softly as I left, then cursed myself.

"No guarantees," he muttered again, closing the door after me, waiting for the police to find him there. I realised what he was going to do as soon as the door closed.

"Oh damn it Luca!" I cried, shouldering his bag. "Stay safe hmm?" I shook my head as silence followed. When I left I couldn’t help slapping a policeman round the back of the head and wishing him good luck.

“Stay safe.” I mumbled again. “I love you.” I looked up at the building and sighed. It was a horrid truth we both had to realise.

"I've already hidden us. Here." I stuttered, holding out the A2 art book. "I brought it in case I had gone one step too far, that I wouldn't be able to repair the damage."

The End

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