Sad ☹ [mgc + lrh]

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Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong

Luke found himself at the same place he met Michael. The boy surely wasn't there and Luke started mumbling nonsenses. His own mind was playing him, taking it over.

'''Burn what you hate' he said. 'Burn what hurts you' he said. He could of just told me to burn myself.'' the blonde muttered under his breath. He was staring at the ground, actually facing it, he stared at the darkness. He found himself laying on the floor, his face buried in the grassy ground. He was crying.

''Luke?'' he heard a voice call. He didn't even flinch, he pretended it was a voice in his head. He simply ignored Michael, who was standing near him, the black-haired boy stared at Luke.

''Tears fall to the ground, I just let them drown.'' Luke mumbled only loud enough for Michael to hear it. He sat down next to the blonde, silently staring at the boy.

Silence

Silence

''Do you really love me?'' Luke sniffled. Michael smiled a bit, to the tought of that, still not knowing why the blonde doubted it.

''Of course I do.'' he said.

Silence

''What's wrong? Why did you leave?'' the question stayed floating in the thick, cold air.

They were both laying now, Luke turned himself on his back, so they were both facing the sky. Luke was constantly fixing his sunglasses that kept falling off. Michael on the other hand, tried to figure should he tell Luke the truth about what's happening. It would be safer if he lied. But he can't. He lied to everyone. But Luke is different.

''I'm gonna die.'' he simply said. Luke furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

''We all die someday, you will have to explain it better, Michael.'' Luke sighed, yawning slowly.

Silence

''I have brain tumor. I'm gonna die. Soon. They can't do anything, actually, I don't want them to.'' his voice said calmly. Luke was in utter shock. He was just laying there, shaking his head. Michael sat up, taking a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it up.

''Are you smoking?'' Luke asked, feeling the scent of cigarette smoke. He could always smell it on Michaels clothes, but he never thought Michael would be the one smoking.

''Yeah. Please don't go all Hazel Grace on me. I'm twenty-one, I smoke for two years now. Cigarettes were here before tumor.'' Michael explained making a cloud of grey smoke.

Luke simply gave him a nod. He sometimes wondered would cigarettes burn into his own lungs, but he never bothered to try it out.

''I'm also kinda crazy, beside the fact that I'm soon going to die and all that shit.'' Michael explained, placing the cigarette between his lips, taking in the breath.

''What if you're crazy, all the best people are.'' Luke laughed. It was a bit forced on laugh, but that was just fine with them.

Michael laughed back. The forrest seemed numb and tired, so silent. It somehow reminded them of what they have. So beautiful but so silent. Just like them.

''We should tell our psychiatrist something went wrong. He wanted us to fall in love, he made it. But I think it also screwed us up.'' Michael sighed putting the now all burnt through cigarette stuck in the ground.

And then they just stared at the silence sound of theirselves dying. And then they rebirthed.

[i'm putting on a character ask? this chapter is for my jordan bc jordan is my baby, thank you sm i love you. I love y'all actually.]