Jualisc - Who's This?

“hugs were invented to let  people know you love them without saying a thing”

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“What happened to your hand?”

Lucas looks at Eliott and then at his bandaged hand, before his eyes drift back to staring into the green pools of light in front of him.

You happened.

He snorts. He can’t say that. The wound is too fresh. And no, he is not thinking about his hand.

If he didn’t know any better, he’d think that Eliott was concerned, judging by his knitted eyebrows, pitiful gaze and slight lip tremble. But he’s learned not to be so gullible by now.

“Gardening accident.” He chokes out, looking down again. There’s a big brownish stain staring back at him. He couldn’t be bothered to change the bandage since Manon wrapped it for him on the night it happened. Manon has been sleeping at Emma’s the past few nights, and he couldn’t bring himself to ask Mika to help him wrap it. He couldn’t face him, not yet.

Eliott’s eyebrows shoot up and Lucas’ heart does a thing. It’s been drumming since he bumped into the taller boy a few minutes ago, but now it twisted painfully at the memory of Eliott doing the same gesture while they were tangled in each other. Lips on lips and skin on skin.

The day he’s been kissed senseless and left panting on the mattress. The day he felt more alive and more like himself than he’s done in years.

No.

“It’s no big deal.” He shrugs, trying to play it cool.

Please leave please leave please-

Eliott doesn’t. He comes closer, so close that Lucas can smell his cologne. No.

“You need to charge that. It could get infected.”

Eliott takes his hand in his, probably to examine the damage, and Lucas shudders at the contact. He suddenly wants to hug him, to bury his head in the crook of Eliott’s neck, breathe him in and feel his two strong arms wrapped around him. To be told that everything’s going to be okay.

But then he remebers that it’s him. He is the reason Lucas feels tears burning his eyelids now. The one who makes him want to pull his skin off and punch another wall. Or maybe a window this time.

He pulls his hand away so abruptly that Eliott is left completely dumbfounded. He looks scared. So scared. And hurt.

Good.

“Lucas-”

“I have to go-” He turns around and bumps into him again. The second time today and the third time ever, at least according to Eliott. He wonders if it felt this electrifying back then. Or maybe that is just one of all the other lies.

“You were all I saw.”

What a load of bullshit.