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''Luke, please?'' Michael begged holding a silver razor in his hand. Luke turned around, anger and sadness written on his face. He kneeled down, next to Michael.
''Michael, I can help you heal. No more scars, no more blood, no more pain. No more pressure...'' Luke threw the razor through the window. Michael gazed Luke, who's eyes were sparkling from the tears gathering in them.
''Why can't you help me take off the pressure?'' Michael asked. Luke cupped his face and weakly smiled.
''Because I love you''
