twenty

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THERE WILL BE A BIG ASS TIME SKIP BUT THAT'S OKAY SHH

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i set the note down next to michael's, the terrible handwritting that was my own couldn't compare to his. i watched as sunlight was starting to pour through the blinds and into the room.

it's been eight years.

eight years of love letters and pain and michael.

eight years of his last note waiting for a reply on his dresser.

but he never got one.

my eyes darted up to the dusty mirror in front of me, the place hasn't been cleaned in years since michael left. i ran a hand through my hair as i stared at myself, my stubble needing a shave and my life needing the joy michael brought to it.

but he can't.

because he's not here anymore.

i felt tears starting to prick at my eyes but all i could do was let them go. my little note that was made for the boy who wore little sweaters to hide his depression was useless at this point.

my hands gripped the ends of the dresser, tears becoming an uncontrollable puddle beneath me. i let a finger trace over his words.

why do you want me to forget you?

"i don't." i whispered. "i just wanted the world to forget me."

i stood up straight at this point as i whiped under my eyes. i started making my way towards the door when i felt a hand on my shoulder. i quickly turned around, but the room was still completely empty.

my hand went up to my shoulder, the feeling of it being grabbed was still there but i shook it off and left the bedroom. my feet carried me downstairs, the floors creaking as i made my way down the familiar hallway.

but that's when i stopped.

"i wanted the world to forget me too."

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so it's over...

OKAY SO FIRST OFF:

I WANT TO THANK EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU THAT COMMENTED AND VOTED FOR THIS BOOK BECAUSE ILY SOSOOSOSO5SOS MUCH.

SECOND OFF:

IF YOU'RE CONFUSED, AFTER MICHAEL WROTE THAT LAST NOTE HE "KILLED" HIMSELF AND TODAY IS THE DAY LUKE FINALLY REPLIED.

THIRD OFF:

BUTTTTT THERE MIGHT BE A SEQUEL TO THIS CALLED "ALIVE" BUT IF YOU GUYS REALLY WANT IT THEN TELL ME BECAUSE I KNOW WHAT I WANT TO DO WITH IT

YOU CALL THE SHOTS BABE

I JUST WANNA WRITE MOORREEE

that was bad i'm sorry

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