55 Days with Michael Clifford

Z e r o

"I have counted days, Michael."

I told him as I look through his eyes, our foreheads touching, our breathing uneven.

"Then we just have to make it lasts"

We looked at each others eyes like there was no tomorrow. We looked at each other and like speaking through them, It was a language we never learned.

"Michael..."

"Lucy..."

It was a moment. A breathtaking moment I didn't want to let go and last. It was something only in fairy tales and novels exist and happens.

"End scene!"

That's when reality slapped me.

Michael was no boyfriend of mine nor a real person. Michael was just in a movie I'm acting in but some part of me,

wishes Michael was true.

I went back to my apartment, staring at my ceiling blankly whilst lying on my bed. I just remembered the scene awhile ago. I grabbed my script and thoroughly read it.

I wish my life was like this story.

But I shrugged it off. The story has a tragic ending and of course I hate tragic endings but I, myself will have a tragic ending. Its not that I wanted to have a tragic ending or have this condition called cancer, I guess the gods just written my story as it is but I don't really care.

Its not like I will leave something important in this world after I die.

I don't have a star crossed lover.

I don't have a fairytale love story nor a love story.

I don't have a Michael.

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A/N: Shitty prologue. I know. But meh. It will get better lol. Soon ;-)