I watched Luke as he slowly went back to eating and a small smile spread my lips. Of course. It was because he had bought it for me.
We ate in silence, and once we were done, without letting me even have the chance to protest, he packed the plates up, then headed straight for the kitchen.
I followed behind him, and just like I used to do when he baked back then, I pushed myself on to the island and sat, my feet hanging downwards.
He looked at me once and I smiled at him. He smiled back, a little sheepishly however, then returned to his chore. It will take some time for me to adjust to the fact that he wasn't in love with me now.
"You won't go to work today?" He suddenly asked, raising a brow to me.
I shook my head immediately, I didn't even need to think about it. "I am going to take a lazy day and...spend it getting to know you better."
He looked at me, like I was ssome alien.
"What?" I asked, laughing a little.
"I will need some time to get accustomed to you being like this with me."
I nodded. "You have all the time in the world."
He gave a low smirk. "But not today. I have an important meeting by 3, from which I am going to hang out with a few..friends."
My brows furrowed. Friends. The ones he had gone to before he got into that accident. "Wait. Friends? You...you are going to see your friends?"
He nodded. "Well, not friends. More like acquaintances. So we are not close enough for me to bail out on them."
I gasped, my eyes widening. In my little happiness of the miracle that had happened, I had forgotten that November 13 wasn't just any day, it is the day he died. The day he got into that accident. The day I was called.
"What if you don't go?" I asked, my eyes wide. "What if you just spend the whole day with me and..."
His brows furrowed, and he gave a small smile, then wiped his hands off with a towel. "Karla. You are like this because you probably had a bad dream about something happening to me, right?"
I struggled to focus on his eyes, my mind suddenly hazy with the imminent danger. Was this a way of offering me closure? Rather than a miracle, was this some sort of trailer to help me get the closure I needed, so I can heal? So I can mourn?
I slowly shook my head. I wish it had been a dream. I wish it had been just a nightmare. Something I would wake up from, then two years later laugh about it.
But it wasn't. It had been real, and he had died. All the versions of him that had been alive were in the past, none exceeding November 13th, today.
Without a word, I let myself down and went up to my room, willing myself to be strong enough to hope. 
Because they said fate finds its way through everything, and this time, I did want it to lose its way. To forget that Luke should die. I needed fate to change tonight.
I closed the door behind me, his footsteps filling my ears as he immediately came up too.
"Karla? Is everything alright?" he asked, his voice low.
I leaned on the door, just as I had in the past when I found out I was falling for him, my eyes filling with tears. Can there really be nothing to stop me from becoming a widow tonight? Was all of this moments that had already grown in my heart just a replay of what I would miss in a lifetime?
I heard Luke move away from the door, but I just sat there, waves of emotions hitting me so hard they stopped the tears in my throat and my chest.
I swallowed, letting myself sit on the floor. 
"Please. God, please." Was all I could utter, but it was the sincerest thing. 
I am a hypocrite for falling in love with someone I pushed away all this while, but please. Please.
Time passed like it was testing my patience, like it was testing how much more heartbroken I could get.
By the time it was 2, Luke came back to the door and knocked on it softly.
"Are you asleep? Is everything okay with you?"
I stood up from the floor and slowly opened up the door. He was standing there, all dressed up. He probably got clothes from his other room and I struggled to keep the tears down.
"I am fine," I said, my heart breaking. This is probably the last time I will be fine.
"Are you sure? You are not sick or something?"
I shook my head.
He nodded, then came in and dropped the bag he was holding on the bed. I turned to him, the door staying open.
"I am so sorry, Karla. I will have to leave now. But call me if something ever happens, right? We are working on us, right?"
I nodded, my hair falling in front of my face, but I didn't feel like moving it away. He said nothing and moved closer, and he simply tucked the strands away, then pulled me into a hug.
It wasn't the kind we shared back then. This was more friendly. Less romantic. But I would take anything as long as it was from him.
He slowly let me go, then tucked the strands of my hair away again. "I will be safe."
I nodded, in a more hopeful, desperate way that he realized and he smiled. Without a word, he gave me a small squeeze on the shoulders, then turned away and left. 
I swallowed the tears that bubbled up in my throat as his footsteps slowly walked away from me.
I slowly went back to the floor again, all the hair he had carefully put back falling again, just like the pieces of ny heart that he had so unexpectedly mended.
I watched from the window as the sky darkened with unexpected rain. It had been like that then, too. Extremely weird for it to have rained in November. But it did. And Luke had died.
I watched as the clock hit four. Just one hour left. I turned to my phone. It was still on the nightstand, I hadn't even touched it.
I swallowed, and turned to the window again. It was pouring hard now, so hard that I could have missed it. But I heard it. Maybe because it had been what I was waiting for.
I turned slowly, just as my phone started to ring again.