Luke's POV
I continue to look blankly at the mirror infront of me.
My palms touch my cheek.
Cold.
I feel the skin and the slight defined edges of my cheek bones, the extremely light freckles were still there but my body felt cold as ice, my insides were hallow, my cheeks had no color.
My eyes had turned into a misty foggy blue ish grey and I can't help but wonder as to why Michael's eyes were such a comforting warming mix of everything that made me feel the illusion of life.
"What do you remember?"
I avert my eyes to the right to be met with now Michael in the frame, standing behind me from where I was sat.
The grandfather clock went just in time, and I could hear it's chime echoing down the hallway carving its way into my hallow chest spreading the emptiness, somewhat making me even more aware that this, I couldn't wake up from, it wasn't a dream.
"What do you mean what do I remember?" I reply.
"Experiences, places, memories, things,....people"
"Now that I think of it, I can't quite remember much from what I like to think I do"
"I tried to stop you from doing it, Luke. I told you not to"
"You told me not to what?"
"It's quite sad really, that out of everything, you'd have forget that. How you died"
"Having an exact recording of how I died planted in my head would be a bit morbid, depressing even, would it not?"
He looked at me in the eye and laughs humorously.
"Right" he replies simply.
I sigh.
"So how many people make this their place of haunting?"
"Well, there are more souls than there are rooms, and there are endless rooms here in Hotel Suicide"
'Oh how inviting'
He shrugs. "It appeals to us I suppose"
"Who are you to me?" I turned around.
"More than you'll ever know" he whispers lightly as he puts a hand on my shoulder.
"Within these walls and inside each room, it pieces little bits of the past you have forgotten. Some more than others. But until then i'll just be waiting ever so patiently for you to snap out of it"
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so much song refrences wow i'm such a fufu lameass.
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hotel suicide // 5sos au
أدب الهواة"welcome to the hotel of troubled souls" {muke} underapaperluke || copyright 2014