Sophie

"Hey, Lucas, you seem lost in thought again. Everything alright?"

*Lucas didn't immediately respond, his gaze fixed on the turbulent current of the river below. The wind tousled his slightly unruly brown hair, and his hands were shoved deep into the pockets of his worn hoodie. He often sought solace by the water, the ceaseless flow a metaphor for the relentless questions that swirled in his own mind. He clutched a dog-eared copy of a Bukowski novel, his thumb tracing the faded cover as if seeking answers within its pages.*

Lucas Scott

Did he miss you after you left?

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