"Luke?" 
"Yes, love?
"Do you perhaps, want to go in the sun? I want to spend the whole day outside."
"You don't seem to like bikes, though?"
I cuddled closer, my hand moving the hair that had fallen in front of his eyes. "No, love. I want to spend the whole day out in the park." 
He looked down at me, his eyes still half closed from sleep. He smiled a little, then nodded.
I gave a small sigh and leaned back down, feeling his chest. I could feel it in me. These moments that feel like treasure...they are the very last. Maybe I wasn't supposed to make peace with everyone from my past. Maybe just this is enough. 
I sighed and pulled away from Luke who had fallen asleep again. I then went to the shower. It was already morning, probably the last morning of the past. I could almost feel it in my bones that these were the last moments. Like when your body tells you when you are about to lose someone close. I wish my body had told me, then. I hate that my body is telling me now.
 I stepped into the shower and turned it on. I just stood there, however, the shower drenching me.
The shower was cold against my skin, but that was how I felt deep inside. Cold. Abandoned. Left for nothing.
Maybe I should have stayed back in the future.
"Love?"
"I will be out soon." I called back, trying hard to swallow the lump in my throat.
"I will fix us breakfast and a lunch pack for later. You want anything?"
"Anything you cook, Luke."
He didn't reply, and I could almost imagine his smile. I heard the door lock, and my hands went into my hair, my knees going weak and I slowly squatted. The water pelted down almost as hard as my tears, and I covered my mouth to stifle the extent of the sound, and hoped the shower was loud enough to mask anything I couldn't.
I waited for Luke in the living room, putting together the lunch packs. I didn't feel very much like breakfast, so he had packed it up too.
"I'm ready," he said, walking down to me, his smile small.
I nodded. "You look heavenly."
 He came to me, his hands wrapping around my waist. "It is your reflection in me, my love. I promise."
I smiled again, turning to kiss his cheek. He looked very pleased, then picked up the lunch packs. He held my hand in his right hand, and we went to the car. He put the lunch packs in the back seat, then got in too.
The ride was silent, and I could feel Luke's eyes occasionally dart to me, his brows furrowed. I said nothing however, and he suddenly turned the music on. That's the Way it is came flooding out of the speakers, and I immediately turned away, my eyes starting to fill again.
"You like it, right, Karla?" he said and I simply nodded, unable to bring myself to look at him.
"You played it when we were going on that trip too. Maybe that was when I started to really like you." he chuckled a little, and I felt his fingers patting my back.
"There is no easy way out, huh?" I asked, referring to the song.
"I guess. Nothing about love is easy. But it is worth it, isn't it?"
I nodded again, then sniffed and wiped away the tears that stood in my eyes. I leaned forward and wrapped my hand around his arm, then rested my head on his shoulder.
No words were said anymore, but it was comfortable. This is the pain I have to endure as the price of loving him.
We soon got to the pack, and he got out, then came around to open the door for me. I got out and he held my hand again, till we got to the green fields. There were empty benches, and he dusted one off for us. 
"Do you want to take the bike now or later? You didn't have breakfast."
"I would prefer to ride now. We can eat later."
He nodded, and then went to get the bikes for us. He soon came back barely managing two bikes and helmet. I ran up to him, and he let go of the bikes. He helped me into my helmet, then handed my bike to me.
We went to the tarred bike trail, and then got on the bike. 
"Hold my hand," he said to me as I got ready to pedal.
"Why?"
"I will make sure you don't fall."
"What to do? I already did."
He met my eyes, and I could almost see a bit of sadness behind them. "You are so sweet right now but...why do I feel like I am losing you?"
I turned away and gave him my hand, my tear glands threatening to betray me. Slowly, I felt his lips brush the back of my hand. I closed my eyes, tears rolling down my cheeks so I could taste them on my lips.
"I am just being paranoid, right?" He said again, then kissed the back of my hand once more.
I turned to him with a bright smile. He met my eyes, and a slight agreement passed between us.
He broke into a smile, his dimple sinking in and we started to pedal together, keeping the same pace so we could keep our hands together.
I turned to him as he shook his head to get his hair out of his face and I burst into laughter. He turned to me and made a little face, and I turned away, the smile still in my eyes. It felt like a slow motion film, almost like I could see the separation of the strands of his hair, the twinkle in his eyes, and the tears I tried to hide.
When I got tired of biking, we sat on the grass, my head rested on his laps as he looked down at me, his hand in my hair.
We didn't say much, just revelled in the surreal essence of the moment. But maybe even the heavens knew, because how was it possible that everything seemed so bright, yet a little sad too?
We soon went down to eat, his hand filling the spaces in my fingers. He handed me a napkin, and I had just collected it when I mistakenly let it go, and it immediately went flying with the wind.
Luke started to laugh, and he stood, leaving me sitting. "I will go get another. Wait here."
"No. Let me. I feel like strolling around a little anyway."
His brows furrowed a little, and I put a finger on his lips before he could protest. "I want to go, okay? Besides, it's just around the corner."
I immediately walked away from him, my head lowered, my hair slightly in my face.
I had just taken the turn when someone bumped into me, and the other person's stuff felt to the floor at my feet.
"I am sorry," she said, and I immediately froze. 
My eyes were fixed on the ground, and the phone was eerily familiar. The pink custom case worth the five letters on it. Karla.
She went on her knees and picked everything up, then stood up to me again.
"Are you okay?" 
Her voice. No. My voice.
Slowly, I lifted my eyes to her, and we met. Her light blue eyes, my light blue eyes. It was like seeing hell.
Her brows immediately furrowed, and her eyes thinned.
"You look..." she started to say, but I immediately turned away, my heart racing wildly in my chest. Forgetting the napkin, the future and everything else, I ran with all I had back to Luke.
Luke seemed to be searching around for me when he came into sight, and once he saw me, he raised a hand, his smile big and he waved to me.
I took on a deep breath, and ran towards him, my hair flying with the winds of the future I knew I will go back to, the sun setting behind him, my body failing to reach as fast as I wanted it to, my knees feeling weak under me.
"Karla?" his voice was almost like a little far away, a little like something from the past for real. Like I was truly leaving him behind.
His smile was still big, his hand still waving, yet, I can't get to him. It seemed like no matter how hard I ran, no matter how much I tried to get myself to him, for that one last hug, one last kiss, one last taste of him...it felt like I couldn't get there.
Slowly, I saw everything fade before my eyes, into the bright droplets of the golden sunset.