Luke didn't leave everything behind.
Michael found the letters when they were going through his stuff weeks after his funeral.
Suicide letters.
Dear Macy,
Thank you.
Thank you for being my only friend when no one else would.
Thank you for accepting me first without a blink of an eye.
Thank you for encouraging me in everything I do.
Thank you for listening to me ramble and complain.
Thank you for everything. I'll miss you, Macy. Thank you for letting me go.
-Luke.
Dear Michael,
I love you.
I love you for taking care of me when things got rough.
I love you for standing up for me.
For protecting me.
I even love you for punching Calum that one time.
I love you for everything you do.
I love you for your beautiful face, body, mind, soul.
I love you for making me feel like royalty, treating me the best you possibly could.
Everything you did was more than enough for me so don't feel bad.
Don't feel guilty.
Don't feel depressed.
And for god's sake I pray that you don't feel like you want to join me in wherever I am now.
It's going to take courage but you're going to find someone else.
Someone else that you call baby, someone you give good morning kisses to, someone you can make blush just by saying their name.
Someone who'll have kids with you.
Someone who'll say 'I do'.
Someone who can give you what you want and need out of life.
Not a depressed, dampened, darkened soul like me.
You were my sunshine on a rainy day, you were my light in the darkness, you were the person I loved most in the world.
You always will be.
I tried to hold on, god I tried to get better, Mikey, but I lost the ability to ignore the world and the hatred a long long time ago. Before I met you.
I love you.
In the words of Kurt Cobain from one of our favourite bands that we listened to together...
it's better to burn out than to fade away...
~Luke.
