Title: (Just) Breathe

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And suddenly he can't breathe. He feels like his chest is being crushed, ribs cracking and bowing inwards whenever he looks at Luke, and he doesn't think his heart can handle the strain, so he leaves.

He packs his guitar snugly in its case, throws his bag on the bed, wrapping a notebook in a spare hoodie (one of Luke's favorites) and shoves it inside and buckles it securely. He slings the bag over his shoulder, picks up the heavy case and leaves, leaving the door to thier apartment closed but unlocked behind him.

He'll be back sometime, when his head and heart are all sorted out, whether that takes days or weeks or months.

He can only hope that Luke will still be waiting for him when he returns.