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Michael

I'd been watching the door for about an hour now, waiting for Luke to walk in. Finally, he came in.

"Luke! Oh my gosh! How did it go?" I shrieked.

"Fine." He said.

Fine? Fine? That's all he could give me. Fine?!

"That's it? Fine? Only fine?! How- Wait, are you crying?" I asked.

"No."

"Yes you are! What happened?" I questioned.

"You have to leave her alone, Michael." He said.

"What?"

"You heard me." He answered.

"You know I can't do that! Luke, I asked you to help me here and now you're saying I can't see her?" I yelled.

"You don't understand. You have to just leave her alone." He said again.

"Explain it to me then Luke! What do I need to understand?" I shouted.

"I can't tell you." He muttered.

"What do you mean? You're my friend! You have to tell me!" I yelled.

"I'm her friend too, Michael. I have to respect her choices. I'm not telling you." He said.

"Fuck you! Fuck you, Luke!" I screamed as I stormed out of the house.

How could he do this to me?!

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