Luther x Reader (curtain calls)
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“Wait for me.”
His own voice seemed to echo throughout his room. It was like a ghost, voice breathy and distant. He knew she wasn’t there, but the words stuck to him and refused to let go. He could recall saying them, her soft nod as she pressed a kiss on his cheek.
Finally, he was back. He had been gone for so long, and everything in his room was covered in a layer of dust. However, the room seemed to taunt him. The memory of her smile seemed to float around the room.
“Luther,” She said, running her hand softly over his cheek. He nodded expectantly, waiting to see what she had to say.
“I’m leaving soon. Don’t forget me, please?” She asked, so soft. It was as if she didn’t care, but he knew better.
He ran his fingers over the record player, the piles of albrums they would listen to together stacked. It left behind a trail in the dust, the shape of his fingers.
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“I love you more than anything, but if I stay in this house any longer-“ she stopped, her breath hitching as she stood, taking airy steps towards his record player.
“I’m leaving tonight. Either way.” She said, placing a song in. It began to play, letting her breezily dance around the room. He watched, his hands clamped in his lap. They were but teenagers, oblivious.
He knew however, she was going to skip through his fingers.
That night, she slept next to him. And by the morning, she was gone. Just as she had said.
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“Still thinking of me.”
The voice seemed to break his concentration. He turned, seeing the same woman standing by his door.
He opened his mouth to speak, and shut it again. In his gaping she brushed past him, placing the needle onto the vinyl.
He turned, placing a hand on her waist as she looked down at the record turning. She had been dressed in black, for the occasion. However he knew better than that, she could care less about their fathers death.
“You came back. You always do.” He said, seeing the reflection of her smile on the mirror above the record player. She hadn’t aged a day since all those years ago. He hadn’t expected her to.
“I never break promises. I left you, you left me. It’s only logic we were to meet again.” She whispered, although shrugged as if it didn’t mean a thing to her. He closed his eyes, turning her around. He placed his hands on her face, as if to make sure she was there.
“You’ve changed,” she commented, looking up at him. He let out a dry laugh,
“You haven’t.”
She slipped out of his grasp, moving toward the bed. He watched as she sat, running her hand over the covers.
“Are you going to leave again?” He asked the woman, who ignored him and continued to observe her surroundings.
However, her silence spoke a million words.
“(Name).”
She looked at him worh half lidded eyes, a small smile on her features.
“I love you.” He said, moving closer, knowing she could vanish any second. It’s what she did, dissipate into thin air. Like a magic trick. Except for him it was anything but amusing.
“I-“ she stopped, eyes not meeting his. He watched her with grief stricken eyes.
“I can’t loose you again.” He said, taking another step. She looked up and flickered in and out of visibility. He remembered the argument with Alison all those years before. How he could never forget the breath taking woman who left.
“I know you love me back. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t.” He said, holding his hand out. She stood, evading his hand in a swift moment.
“Dear, this was just the curtain call. My final bow to this foresaken building.” She said, watching him turn to face her. He listened, waiting for her to vanish again.
She walked up to him, placing a kiss on his cheek. She has did last time, and the time before.
“I’m afraid this is my last goodbye.” She said, stopping back.
And with that, she took a large bow, and vanished into nothing.
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