I sat in the cab, my eyes swollen and red, as I watched Luke's house. I couldn't see him, but it was bright in there, like there was a party or something.
I swallowed, feeling a lump rise in my throat all over again. Luke. That name will haunt me forever.
I stepped out of the cab slowly, then walked to the front door. I didn't need to knock, and I just opened the door, then stepped in.
The strong aroma of baking hit my nose, and it only cause the tears to well up more. Without a word, I went to his room, and then straight to the shower.
I closed my eyes as the warm water hit my skin, my eyes starting to feel again. Can my heart....really go on?
"Karla? Is that you?" I heard from outside as the door closed.
"I just wanted to take a shower. I will be out soon."
There was a bit of silence. "You don't need to. I'll join you."
I said nothing, and I heard the door open slowly, before Luke stepped in, still in his robe.
"Did something happen?" he whispered, coming close to me. 
I closed my eyes and I felt his warmth on my skin. "I was just tired."
He nodded, then slowly brought me closer to him, the water pelting on both of us.
"I missed you." he said, kissing my cheek.
"I missed you too, Luke. You have no idea."
He said nothing as he leaned towards me, then slowly took my lips in his. I wrapped my arms around him immediately, my lips parting slowly.
Gently, he moved me to the glass door, his lips invading mine, letting me invade him. It was like we fell into a rhythm. A rhythm of love. A rhythm of sadness.
I had never been so sad doing something I loved so much. Never been so sad being with someone I loved so much.
"Luke..." I managed to say in between kisses, and he leaned away from me, yet keeping us close enough.
"Yes, love?"
Love. Me. I am the one he loves.
"Thank you so much for letting me feel this."
His eyes thinned a little, and his hand came up to my waist. He held on tightly, almost as if he was trying not to let me leave.
"Why do you have to thank me?"
"Because never did I imagine I would be this happy. Never did I imagine I would be so in love."
He watched my eyes, his eyes taking on a small hint of sadness. "I am sorry you were lonely before me, Karla. I am sorry for taking so long."
I shook my head, cupping his face in my hands. My eyes filled up again, my lips quivering hard. 
"No. You came to me right when I needed you. You came right when I wanted someone to look at me like that."
His hand came up to my face and he said nothing, but took my lips again. This time with more need, with more desperation. My hands wrapped around the curve of his waist, and he pulled me up, causing my legs to instinctively wrap around him, his hand in my hair, the other balanced on my waist.
My eyes closed again, and I felt the tears fall down. The tears he might be able to taste, or the tears that would fall with the water and go unnoticed.
He kissed me like it was the last, like he wanted it to last a lifetime, like he needed to destroy me in ways that I wouldn't even want to be mended.
He broke away from me slowly, briefly, before he was back again, and I had no complaints. Probably one. That it wouldn't be enough. That even if he kissed me till the day the past caught up with me, it wouldn't be enough.
I gasped as he left my lips to my neck, planting small trails of kisses down to my shoulder, to the tops of my chest where his necklace lay.
He was soon back to my lips, and I sank my fingers into his wet hair, closing my eyes even tighter.
I watched Luke as he turned up the heater, then brought a tray of the cupcakes he had made for me. I was wrapped on a big comfy blanket, and he smiled at me, and I saw the small nip I had made on his bottom lip.
"Sorry about that," I said, my voice small.
"About what?" he asked, turning off the lights, leaving only the candles, and the warm night light.
"The nip on your lip."
He brought his hand to his lips, then smiled again. "You marked me."
"Sorry."
"I love it," he said with a small laugh, then walked down to me. "Can you tell me what's bothering you?"
I shook my head, my eyes going down to the floor. I don't have time anymore. I probably don't even have a day.
"Please?" he asked again, holding my hands.
"Do...do you believe in forever?"
He hesitated for a bit, his eyes showing he was unsure of what I meant exactly. 
"Forever? You mean a forever with you?"
I nodded, meeting his eyes. "How long will we last? How long will you feel this way for me?"
He smiled and brought me into his arms, the warmth of his skin both comfy and heart wrenching at the same time.
"I believe in forever, Karla. So long as it's you. And...I will always love you. Be it now, later...be it me in the end or not...I will always have a space for you, Karla. And it won't be cramped."
I smiled against his neck, wrapping my arms around him too. "Even if I am not here anymore?" It was a selfish thing to ask. A selfish thing to want him to love me even after I leave. But the heart wants what it wants, and my heart wants him. Badly. Wholly.
He nodded. "Forever does not require presence, my love."
I nodded, leaning further into his skin, inhaling his scent, feeling his warmth.
Because now...I am not sure anymore. This...it might be my very last.