Better off as leafers and not the other way around

Leaf me alone Pete, I'm not in the mood

"MIKEYYYY" Pete screamed with distressed tears running down his face. "MIKEY WHERE ARE YOU?"

It was so painful to watch him like this. I couldn't move. I couldn't scream back to him. I couldn't reassure that tiny little man that I was with him even if I was a leaf that couldn't talk or move.

"MIKEY PLEASE"

Fuck, this was the most painful thing in the world. It was so much worse than turning into a leaf.

I struggled and squirmed in my mind but physically, nothing was happening.

I watched as he curled into a ball and started crying.

AGH IT WAS TOO PAINFUL.
I wriggled and kicked and pushed until...

I broke free of the branch.

How did I do that??

Doesn't matter.

I was free and I was flying, feeling the wind in my uh...stem??

The wind tried to drag me back but I didn't let it. I couldn't let it. My anger was too much after seeing my boyfriend's eyeliner run down his beautiful, red cheeks that I oh so loved to kiss.

So I struggled and fought and eventually I found his amazing emo butt. (I could recognise his butt from a mile away)

I circled around him, catching a few glimpses of his soggy, black tears. I just wanted him to stop crying.

He opened his palm, about to reach back up to his face to wipe away the tears but I got in there firs-

Pete's POV:

"MIKEY WHERE ARE YOU"
I glanced at the leaf that had just flown into my hands and out of anger I tore it to shreds. I hated everything. But then I saw the glasses. Fahk I killed him.

Oopsies...