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Michael didn't look up when he heard his bedroom door open. His little brother walked in, holding a tray.

"Wassu- whoa, who died?"

Michael looked up. Obviously his brother had no idea. Michael had been living in his room ever since he heard the news. He just didn't have any motivation to do anything else. He got up off the bed, still in his pajamas and took the tray off his brother.

"Okay.." Michaels little brother said, his eyes widening.

"Wierdo" he muttered and left the room.

Michael cradeled his head in his hands. Lately he couldn't eat anything. He couldn't even smell food without throwing up. He knew his mum was worried about him.

And well, he just had a feeling of love for Luke.

Other than that, just numbness.

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