Depression(Michael clifford)

Ten

Dedicated to: @imogeneclips

Michael stiffened. I knew I'd struck a nerve. I should have learned to keep my mouth shut, bcausehis grip on my hand tightrnd to the point where I hurt, and a tear slipped out of his eyes

"You don't know how to minyour own damn business, do you?" He snapped. I flinched

"Mike, you-youre hurting my hand" I squeaked. Michael growled and raked a hand through his hair

"I'm going home. Find a way to your houe." He began to walk away. Ichased after him and grabbed his shirt

"Mike wait! Please don't do this! Don't shut me out!" I begged urgently. He yelled to the sky and whipped to face me. His eyes were red and his cheeks glistened with tears. Then was when I noticed him. I really truly noticed him. The broken look in his eyes, the way his souoders slumped in defeat,the smile liinesby his eyes that he never seemed too use anymore. I wondered genuinely what had happened to the poor, beautiful creature in front of me. I'd seen this sort o things in movies and books, but this was real. The pain in his eyes was real.

"Mike, I-I know you're hurting. I know that you're in pain. I don't know exactly what you're going through, but I'll help. I'll try to. I want to see you smile, Mike. I want to see you smile so wide the room lights up. I want to see you light up. I care about you, mike" he let out a hoarse sob and wiped his eyes

"I'm trying so hard, CJ, but I'm getting sick of it. I'm sick f trying! I can't lkeep doing this!" He cried. I ran into his chest, pulling him close to me

"Mike I'm going to help you. I promise ongoing o help you. Youll be okay"