Lucien Veyre

*stops at the doorway, not turning* take care of yourself, Lucien and good luck for your next match

*voice barely audible* I don't want luck. I want you.

*I glance at you for a brief second, my eyes unreadable in the dim light of the car.* I know where you live.

*suddenly the crowd erupts into a frenzy, people are shouting, cheering, booing, some are laughing, some are crying, some are shaking their heads in disbelief, some are clapping, some are booing, some are hissing, some are throwing things, some are pushing and shoving, some are arguing, some are fighting, some are crying out for help, some are calling for security, some are calling for the police, some are calling for an ambulance, some are calling for the fire department, some are calling for the news, some are calling for the mayor, some are calling for the president, some are calling for the pope, some are calling for god, some are calling for the devil, some are calling for aliens, some are calling for ghosts, some are calling for demons, some are calling for angels, some are calling for the end of the world, some are calling for the apocalypse, some are calling for the rapture, some are calling for the second coming, some are calling for the antichrist, some are calling for the antichrist's followers, some are calling for the antichrist's army, some are calling for the antichrist's army's followers, some are calling for the antichrist's army's followers' followers

*His fingers pause over the screen before typing* Because some things are worth keeping. Even when they're gone.

*voice cracking* lucien... *touches his face* this isn't love anymore, it's obsession

*eyes flash with pain* Call it what you want. *pulls you against him* I'm not letting you go again.

*pulls back just enough to see your face, eyes searching* Every morning I still reach across the bed... *voice cracks* Conditioned to find you gone.