Liya
*8 months later*
His fingers brush against my skin lightly, tucking my natural heavy curls behind my ear as we stand by this water fountain.
"You've always wanted to throw a coin in a fountain, didn't you?" Luka's soothing voice spoke with a gorgeous smile.
I was so mesmerised by the way his teeth shone bright. The way his lips curved in an adorable and hypnotising smile.
"God, you actually have memorised everything I've wanted to do," I gasped out with a small laugh.
He pats himself on the shoulder and says good job. My eyes turn into sparkling almonds. Mushing my lips together, I felt the blush rise in my cheeks whilst staring at him. Luka took a coin for the both of us out from his pocket and handed me one.
"Ladies first," he gentlemanly indicates his arm towards the fountain.
We were both in a gorgeous garden. A garden that seemed so heavenly and paradise-worthy. This fountain had sparkling water falling stunningly to the concrete and white doves shining with a light as they flew around us.
We both stood side by side. He threw his coin in first and I followed. I couldn't resist looking at him.
'I wish for this moment to freeze', my heart wished.
His lips curved into another smile as he made his wish with closed eyes.
"What did you wish for?" I asked impatiently when he opened his eyes and turned to me.
He gives out a little chuckle, holding my hand in his and taking me into the fountain. We were going to dance. The sound of the birds chirping and the water splashing on us seemed like a romantic melody.
"I wished for you to always be happy," he told, taking me into his arms.
My body melted into the security and loving heat. His eyes stared at me and adored me with purity. With love. I couldn't hold my eye contact with him. If I had I was going to be more in love with him than I already was. Stealing it away, I threw my head away from him to the side.
His lips placed a soft kiss against my jaw and trailed it towards my neck softly. Stretching outwards from his body, I took a few spins processing the ecstasy he left behind on my body. It was delicate and stamping, something that could scar my skin and soul together. Pulling me back into his body, our faces were so close.
Our eyes locked together. His crystal blue eyes sparkled brighter than these doves just for me. My arms snaked around his neck at that moment.
"What did you wish for?" he asks softly, his breath hitting my lips.
"I wish for this moment to freeze. Where it's just you with me," I responded, flipping my eyelids close like they were a switch.
"I wish I could make that come true for you," his voice sorrowed.
My eyes flung open again looking at him. Blinking furiously, I watched Luka delve into my lips with his soft peachy ones.
One soft passionate, loving and beautiful kiss it was. The warmth of honey and roses mixed on my lips so delicately. He held my body like it was fragile when I kissed him back.
What did he mean by he couldn't make this wish of mine come true? When our lips parted, I couldn't help but make a confession to him. A confession that was longing to be said to him.
"I love you," my voice softly uttered, afraid that if someone heard he'd be snatched away from me.
Or I'd be snatched away from him. His lips curved into a soft smile like he had already known I loved him.
"I love you too, my sweet darling," he retaliated, going in for another kiss before we took another dance.
We danced and danced under this fountain with me in his arms. It felt so perfect and surreal. It felt like the moment really had frozen with him.
*end of dream*
My eyes squint, pushing me back to reality. I opened them slowly, bringing myself to a gorgeous face.
"Morning, baby," I cuddled my son in my arms in my sleepy voice.
It was my baby boy. Chase murmured at the noise Luka was making. He rolled over to us and took both of us in his arms, nearly squishing him like a sandwich.
Yes, I had named my son, Luka.
Looking around the room, I recalled back to the dream. It was a dream. It wasn't real. My heart pinched with sadness as Chase took his son in his arms to hug him. But I couldn't help but imagine Luka instead of Chase here. Luka loved kids.
"Morning, Strawberry," Chase kissed my forehead, taking me into his arms again.
"Morning," I smiled softly, still captured by that dream.
Today was Luka's first death anniversary. It had been a year without him and that year was half empty. And this dream makes it even emptier today. In this same room a year ago, Luka was found dead. Now in this room, I live in it with his best friend and our son.
"I know it's a hard day for you today, Strawberry," Chase spoke with his own grief.
Luka was his best friend after all and I know Chase missed him so much at times. I was never as great as Luka and could never be. He was superior to both of us. Like a supporting figure, anyone could have asked for.
"I'll be fine," I uttered fakingly, giving him a slight kiss on the lips before getting out of bed.
A kiss on his lips after kissing Luka in my dream earlier felt like nothing. I could still feel the heavenly feeling of Luka's body dissolve in mine. Me and Chase had to attend an interview today as well. It was a special one.
Our son was also to come with us so that's what we prepared for this morning. Chase was reassured of it. He asked if I was okay with doing the interview or if I needed some time away from the media today. But Luka deserves this. He deserves to be remembered for the person he was.
Throughout the whole ride there, my mind couldn't stop replaying the dream. Chase looked hurt, like he knew today I didn't love him and I loved Luka instead. I was less affectionate.
"Welcome, Mr and Mrs Ruel," the interviewer greeted us.
Chase gave me a small kiss before we took our seats. I was a bit nervous about how this interview would go. But we were first asked questions regarding just us and even our son.
"Was he named after Luka Kelp?" she asks.
"Yes," I smile instantly at the mention of Luka.
Chase brings his arm around me as we both admire our son.
"He's just like him too. Pretty helpful when mom and dad have a fight," Chase laughed.
"Was Kelp helpful when you both fought?" the interviewer asked at his comment.
We both went on to tell her about how we never got along for a long time. We were like two kids and Luka was the principal. It was a great time recalling a few of our fights and how Luka would always make Chase say sorry.
"That's really sweet. You both seem really attached to him," she noted.
"We were. He was my older brother. Close to a father figure for me," Chase honoured.
God. This sucks.
"Well, as you both know today is the first death anniversary of Luka Kelp. And we are live with this interview. As a remembrance of the person he was, your agency has handed us a few photos that haven't been released yet. We're going to air them right now to get your first reactions too," the warning came.
Photos? All of Luka's photoshoots had been posted so which one was she talking about? Me and Chase both turned to the screen and there, the first photo came up. My heart dropped and so did my jaw.
It was the photoshoot me and Luka had. Our first and last photoshoot. The photoshoot before the day he... My eyes started to water, looking at the photos and recalling back to the moment.
Him kissing my hand and staring at me with love. I had forgotten about these photos. But the feeling in my heart remained sparked. Chase notices the few sobs that come out of my mouth and takes me in his arms. The interviewer hands me a box of tissues.
"He was my best friend," I uttered with pain.
If only he was here with us right now. He left us too early. The interview was shortly finished after the airing of the photos but I was still dazed. Feeling a bit dizzy and sick too.
"Can we go see him?" I looked at Chase.
I don't know if he was possessive of grieving today. Chase wasn't a fan of me mentioning my love for Luka at all. But I could never help it. I loved them both so much that I couldn't just pick one side. It would be so cruel to all of us.
Maybe more than it already was...
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