Breathe Blink Repeat.

young romantics

He grabbed the boxes and slowly started to move them in one by one into the small San Francisco apartment. Sure, it wasn't all that fancy and the walls were barren, but the mint wall hues made him feel better, they gave him hope. Dragging his tongue over his lip ring, he stared at the valley of cardboard in front of him, taking in the view.

It was early and he had plenty of time, so he started on setting up the decor. He spread the white canvas sheets over his bed, propping up colorful pillows just like Luke liked. The queen bed was a bit big for him, but he felt bad getting rid of it. It was still morning and as much as the sun provided, he set up lamps to add more light into the dark living room. Luke hated darkness so Michael wanted it to be brighter for when he got home.

Opening the box labeled 'Muke and Memories' he grazed his fingers over the dozens of photos he'd printed out of himself and Luke, along with posters from their favorite bands and movies. It was nearly six and the blazing summer sun had yet to go down, but the house was mainly filled, it looked lovely and cozy just like a home should be. It was almost dinner and they still had no food in the fridge apart from Nutella and some chips he ate on the ride there.

Grabbing Luke's old necklace, Michael jogged down the stairs, keys in hand and out into the burning sun. He didn't take long and grabbed the essentials, as well as Luke's favorite cereal and cologne. His phone buzzed in his pocket just as he was about to get in line, and he pulled it from his pocket and answered.

"Hi sweetheart," The soft voice that he knew as Luke's mother, Liz, rung through the phone, and he grew excited.
"I just wanted to let you know that Luke is in front of your apartment now, it seems you aren't home." His eyes grew wide and he quickly payed for his items and rushed to the car.

"Really? I'll be home in a minute I went out to buy food, I'll be right there." Excitement laced through his body as he quickly ended the call, growing impatient at the stop lights.

He rushed to the front door, bags in hand and beaming at the blonde at his door with a box in hand.

"I'm so sorry I'm late I went to buy us lunch, but I'm here now." The blue eyed boy frowned lightly, but regained composure.

"It's okay, and sorry, uh here." He passed him the box and following him inside.

He and Luke had dreamed of leaving their small town to a better place, following their dreams. To leave the people who doubted them, and it was finally happening.

"Welcome home Luke, we did it, I promised you we would."

Michaels eyes were filled with tears as he opened the box, carefully lifting the jar filled with Luke's cremation and placing it on his kitchen table. He shut his eyes tightly, opening them to see the photo beside the jar, the both of them when Luke was still alive, Michael's messy green hair and a smile, Luke's bright blue eyes, fluffy blonde hair and at that moment Michael could've sworn he heard his dead lover's voice whisper to him.

"You did it Michael, I'm proud of you."