Luca is a character from a comic I'm making with my friend. This oneshot will be fairly short.

Warning: Mention of drugs

"You're destroying your life Lu."

I heard his words as if hearing his tearful shouting for the first time, on the day we broke up. That had been years ago. I was gazing at whatever. My vision was blurred and smoke exited my mouth. My breath smelt strongly of weed. I gazed silent at the cigarette nestled between my fingers. Bran-Bran was the one who dumped me. I had felt no sorrow in it, I was probably high.

"I can't do this anymore."

Bran-Bran's voice had cracked when he had spoken that. He really cared about me. And I'd cared about him of course. It's been a few years now but even though I was high, the statement must've shot through the fuzziness because it hurt me. Because, I still cared for him.

"I'm sorry."

After that, Bran-Bran walked out of the door and I never saw him again. I scoffed looking at whatever I was currently looking at. "Poor b*st*rd," I heard myself say to myself. "I remember the mess he was in." I took another smoke and puffed out a cloud.

My mind cleared to replay the scene. Bran-Bran was in tears. His expression was just extremely hurt. He looked almost betrayed. He looked as if he was biting back his frustration. "By doing this," Bran-Bran had said pointing at the cigarette,"you're destroying yourself, Lu. You're destroying your life, Lu...." Bran-Bran had walked over and grabbed me by the shoulders. His strong arms that would make any man swoon pulled me toward him. Through my haze I could tell that these emotions had probably been bubbling underneath for a while.

When I didn't answer, Bran-Bran gave in to his frustration. "And it's not just you you're hurting! Do you know what it's like watching you deteriorate like this?!" Bran-Bran broke into another fit of tears. He didn't see my reaction, if I had one at all. His hands fell off my shoulders. His voice grew quiet. "I can't do this anymore.... watching you destroy your life like this. It's hurting me too much. I can't do... us... anymore, not while you're like this. I'm sorry, Luca. I can't... I'm sorry..." I watched him leave, never to see him again.

I looked up at the sky. I wondered how his life is doing now? But I shouldn't. I shouldn't even still call him Bran-Bran. After all, all that was in the past.

Brandon was in the past.