#luzel

Luke: It has always been difficult for Luke to deal with his PTSD since leaving England. And after the whole thing with Hazel, it had gotten worst. She had became his anchor without even knowing it. The more time they spent, the less time his anxiety kicked in. And when either one spent the night, he drank less. But the day she left everything pretty much went oj a downward spiral. It had taken Luke a long time to get out of his abyss, which he eventually did. Everything was different to him now, though. But his old habits stuck and gotten much worse. His drinking had became his coping mechanism when his anxiety kicks in. It was why he was at some bar in the city, drinking once more. There was a red head across the bar from him! trying to get his attention. But all Luke can do was pay attention to his glass of whiskey and his thoughts.

Hazel: Hazel had had a rough time after leaving so sudden. Her brother had made her film in so many things, commercials, movies, even one adult movie. She felt degradated after that. Her doctor kept telling her to calm down and try to find a more easy and peaceful way of life, because her syndrome was quickly getting worse, but it was till one morning when she woke up in the afternoon and thought she had just not heard her alarm clock that the panic attack hit. Her brother went mad. Angry and hitting and shouting things she could not hear, but could imagine. She didn't pay attention to his lips, deaf classes or no, she prefered she didn't know what he was shouting. She fell in a pit. In a dark whole and only memories got her away. She often thought of Luke. The one happy time with a man she had and the only that she could remember in which she had given herself away without payment. Wanting it. And so, now that she had all the money in the world behind her, her brother giving everything for her needs thinking she'd agree to act again without being able to hear, what a fool. With all that money she asked him to go to a trip. And without knowing why she bought a ticket to Boston. Back to her safe place and to the half year in her life that got her hopeful that love existed.  She had gone to his apartment, no one opened. And she was at her hotel when she decided she needs a drink, the bar of the hotel having closed an hour earlier, and plus, she couldn't really sleep or focus enough on a book. So she put on jeans and a baggy hoodie, hoping to stay hidden, pulling her hair as a drapery around her face and hiding it in while she went in the bar opposite her hotel. She sat on the bar, pulling her hood down nervously and biting her nails, smiling and saying what she wanted. She hoped the barman heard her double martini order. She turned and spotted a familiar scruffy face and thought fate does exist.  With a swift motion, she jumped up from her bar-chair and almost ran to the table, hoping she was not going insane and seeing things. "Luke?" she asked, thinking her voice might be steady enough to not be a whisper.

Luke: The attractive red head gave up on Luke when he paid no attention to her for a couple of minutes now. Women were different to him now. They still came here and there but he didn't paid much attention. Unless of course he was up for a quick fun, then he invites them in. It was a lonely life that he was starting to lead now. Work, home, drink, do a few crap, and then repeat. Luke had an empty hole inside him and it was something he couldn't get back. Hazel had pretty much left him and the void could not be cured. It was only because he wasn't letting himself move on. He had been done with staying at home and not talking to friends. But to let another girl in was difficult. Whenever he saw girls faces his inner voice would tell him that they weren't as better as Hazel. She knew him. She knew who he was. He didn't want to start over with building another trust and letting them in to only have them leave him again. It was all too much and his thoughts continued to play him.  Luke took another drink before noticing someone beside him. He heard his name being called from all the chattering noise. The moment his head turned to her, his eyes widen in surprise. "Hazel?" His voice was loud enough to hear. Luke thought that he was going crazy but she looks real and beautiful. She looked like the same Hazel he once knew, but a bit different. Probably it was the fact that they hadn't seen each other in a very long time. But now that she was here he wasn't sure what to do or say or to even feel.

Hazel: She smiled and looked at Luke and smiled a small smile. She took in his look, his handsome face and his edgy beard, his blue piercing eyes that she could not exactly see in this light but could remember perfectly. His lips formed her name and she could picture the tone of it, maybe it was better than his actual tone. but it purred and it caressed her skin like a touch and she couldn`t help the shiver that went through her body. "Can I sit down here?" she asked, remembering the lessons and how she should use her voice without hearing it. It was so strange. She had not yet gotten used to it and she wasn`t sure she ever will. She put her hand up and whirled a strand of her hair around a finger.

Luke: He looked at her for a moment. His blue eyes examined her and noticed that there was something very different about her. Luke was uncertain until she asked if she could sit beside her. The way she spoke sounded different but he didn't ask about it. It might have been the noise and people's chatter that played with his ears. Luke didn't have to reply to her. Hazel haf already occupied the seat beside him. For a moment he was silent, not sure what to say to her. He never did imagined he'll ever see or be around her again. Since she was the one who decided to leave him for her own reasons. "So..what brings you here?" Luke finally spoke while his fingers wrapped around his drink and playfully twirled its contents.

Hazel: She was awkwardly still standing up behind the chair right nexto to him but she was glad he didn't tell her to fuck off or something worse. The way she had left had been awful and it made her heart bleed the first weeks, but then she decided it would have been worse if she had done it face to dace rather than in a letter. Her lips curved in a small smile and she rose her shoulders in a big sigh. "I missed Boston and the happy moments I had here... and I was hoping I can run away here for a while until Cam chills from... some business issues" she shivered lightly at the thought of her step brother. She pulled the strand of her hair down around her face and let it go. "I'm glad to see you here on such a small chance Luke." she said genuinely with a ginger tone.

Luke: Luke took a sip of his whiskey and looked over at a still standing Hazel. He thought that she had taken a seat, but he went ahead and motioned for her to have a seat. As awkward as this was, he was glad that she was here. When she mentioned the reasons on why she was here and her brother's name, Luke couldn't help but frow. He tried to hide it though, by taking another drink. He was silent for a moment, wondering what she meant by 'happy moments'. It could have been anything. Although deep down he was hoping she meant 'their' happy moments. But he immediately told himself to not get his hopes up, if there are any. Hazel was only visiting. Not staying. Even if she did, it would be difficult trying to figure things out. "That makes the both of us." He finally said and looked over to her. He couldn't help but stare at her beauty. It was something he liked doing and never thought he would get another chance again.

Hazel: She smiled as he pointed for her to sit down, glad he accepted her company. It was a random meeting and she was glad it had happened. It felt sureal. But familiar. She sat down and pulled the chair close to him, watching his face and absorbing his expressions. She knew both of them were feeling awkward but they could handle it. Or so she hoped. They had grown close before she left and they had grown to love each other and know each other perfectly. Or as near as it could get. She smiled at his response and put her face in her palms. "You look... different. How have you been doing... lately?"

Luke: "Honestly, I've been...okay." Luke wasn't sure how different he looked to her. But he probably was. He didn't want to admit how terrible he was doing though. Only because he didn't want her to worry or blame herself of the state that he was in. But she had nothing to do with his post traumatic stress becoming worst. It was just Luke didn't want to seek help of any form but the bottle of his favorite whiskey. It didn't help with his drinking at all, but what can the guy do. "And how about you? How's..things?" The last thing he needed to hear was how much she was enjoying and having the time of her life after she had lefr him. It would just makw him feel like crap. But if she was happy then at least that was something. Although, Luke didn't want to be bitter around her right now. Not when they weren't sure how long will this meeting last. Luke missed her terribly and wanted to be around her and kiss those luscious lips of hers.