"Do you really have to leave?" I asked Luke as he sat on the edge of the bed again and I stood over him, drying his hair. It was already ten in the morning, and unlike me, Luke had to go to college.
"I am sorry, love. I will come to you once I am done. Is that okay?"
I nodded reluctantly and put the towel away, then swept my hand through his slightly damp hair.
He smiled up at me, and I brought the hair dryer to completely dry it off.
"I could drop you off too, Karla. "
I shook my head. "No, I am not going for classes today."
He nodded, and after I was done, he pulled me to him, resting his head on my stomach. "So sorry I have to leave you here alone."
"It is fine. You will be late."
He slowly released me, then wore the hoodie he had come with. He was going to go home first to change, then head towards class.
I watched him as he got into the car, and while waving at me with one hand all through, he drove away.
I let out a small breath and walked back in. I had forgotten this was still another life, not like some parallel universe where we could both be together all day. 
I walked back into the room, where his scent lingered so strongly, he could as well still be there. I lay on the bed and hugged the sheets to myself, inhaling him.
I drifted off to sleep slowly, the warmth of the sheets and his fragrance engulfing me.
"Hello?"
"Yes, Are you acquainted with Luke Mc.Gregor?"
"Yes, I am his...his wife. Why?"
"I am so sorry to tell you this, ma'am. But he was just in an accident. The rains had caused slippery roads and he had apparently lost control and crashed into an abandoned building. He didn't make it. Luckily, his phone was still in working condition."
Luke's corpse had looked so beautiful then, even with the slight marks of the broken glasses on his face and arms, and I found myself stretching to hold his hand.
"Luke..." I started to say, tears choking me. "Luke, please no." I went down to my knees, my teeth slightly gritted together as his coldness seeped in through my fingers where I had held him.
"Luke!"
I woke up with a start, my chest heaving, my blood pumping fast. I could hear my heartbeat as it filled my ears, my body trembling. I slowly looked around. I was still in my college home, with his fragrance still lingering, and the sheets around me.
He wasn't dead. Luke isn't dead...yet.
I drew my knees to myself, my eyes filling up. I probably worn leave this nightmare until I go back, but that was the last place I wanted to be right now.
I ran to the bedside lamp and pulled my phone, then called Luke. He picked on the first ring, and he sounded excited, like I had caught him at a good time.
"Hey. I just finished one class. How are you?"
I swallowed. "I am okay, but...when will you be done?"
"By 2 p.m I think. Why?"
"What college?"
There was a bit of silence. "You wanna come see me?"
I kept mute for a bit, realizing just how clingy it would feel.
"Ugh...No, I am sorry. I just woke up from a bad dream and...my first instinct was to call you and...I am sorry."
"Karla..." 
I didn't hear what he had to say before I cut the call, my hand going to my hair. I don't want to jeopardize anything, yet I don't want to let anything go. It was like a constant push and pull and sometimes I was stuck not knowing which one to do.
I kept the phone aside and made my way into the sheets again, my fists clenched. To Luke, this was his life and to me...It was just a chapter I was rereading a little differently.
I heard my phone ring a couple of times, but I didn't bother picking it. I just stayed under the sheets, like if I stayed there like an obedient girl, my imminent heartbreak will not come.
A constant knock woke me up and I turned on the sheets, my eyes falling on the door. The knocks were gentle, yet consistent, like the person did not want to wake me, yet knew I should come open the door.
I walked to the door and opened it and Luke was standing outside, his car parked behind him, his eyes wide.
"Karla."
It took me a while to register him, and my eyes widened in surprise when I did. "Luke. Why are you here?"
He sighed. "You worry me, you know? You sounded so close to tears that I couldn't help but come back running. I am just going to miss the last class. How are you?"
I felt a little guilt and I lowered my head. "I am sorry I called you so impulsively, I was just..."
He laughed and stepped closer to me, pulling me into his warmth. "You have no idea how good it felt. It is such a pity there was no one for me to tell; she called me cause he had a bad dream to. It would have been my proud boyfriend moment."
I laughed at it, then hugged him back, closing my eyes momentarily. "You feel so warm."
"Exactly. So just hug me when you are cold. The blanket's got nothing on me."
I burst into laughter as I raised my head to meet his eyes. He looked genuinely happy, his eyes twinkling as he leaned into me, slowly kissing my lips.
We were still on the front porch, but he didn't seem to care, as he held my head, kissing me like everything boiled down to this one moment.
And maybe it did. At least for me. At least for me, this was all that mattered.