Dane DeHaan Character Scenarios / Oneshots

Lockhart (A Cure For Wellness) - Coming Home

1st person (reader)

It has been days upon days since Lockhart has been home, he hasn't even contacted me since he went off to Switzerland to get his boss. He told me he'd only be gone for a few days at most, but he would be here, slumped on the couch of our apartment or at work by now. I miss his touch, his smile, his kisses, I miss him; I miss all of him. I want him home, but there's nothing I can do about it.

I sit on the couch in our living room, sitting where Lockhart usually sat when watching television or typing on his laptop. I haven't been able to sleep, and I know I won't be able to tonight, because it's already nearing midnight. My eyes are glued onto the television, until I hear a weak knock at the door. My eyes furrow in confusion as I stand up, The end of the house robe I'm wearing drops past my knees as I walk toward the front door. I hesitantly look through the peephole. For all I know it could be someone announcing that my boyfriend is dead, but instead I see an all too familiar face — the love of my life — dirtied up and wearing white clothing. My heart drops as I quickly open the door, swinging it open. I wrap my arms around my love tightly, as if he were going to disappear again. I can feel him exhale, and wrap his arms around me in a gentle embrace. Lockhart manages to move me back a bit to close the door, his grip around me growing tighter now that we have privacy.

"I missed you so much," I choke out, tears welling up in my eyes as my mind finally processes what is happening at this moment, he's back, he's really back. My hand naturally moves to the back of Lockhart's head as we sway together.

"I missed you too, I tried to get out of there sooner..." Lockhart whispers, his voice sounding weak as he melts into my touch.