i shifted in my bed as i heard my alarm go off. it was 11 AM and i'd decided that i'd do what i usually did. i'd visit michael in the hospital. he'd been in a coma for almost two years now. i visited as often as i can, which was most days because i'd become very lonely. it hurt because i knew it was my fault. all of this.
I haden't spoken to Calum or Ashton in a while and we'd grown distant.
I never thought of killing myself though, just incase he woke up and i wasn't there to hug him and tell him i love him millions of times.
i put on my jacket and scratched the stubble on my face. the elevator was taking forever so i decided to walk down the stairs. it was lonely without michael and maybe i am being extremely clingy, but i can't let him go.
he was all the good i had in life. i love him so much and i just can't let him go. even if that means watching michael wither away slowly in a hospital bed, i'll stay. nothing will ever make me leave his side because i don't know what i'd do without him. he is my home and i am his because sometimes home does has a heartbeat.
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As years went by, michael became imaginative in his coma. He'd dream up problems between luke and him. He wanted to believe he'd survive, but he knew he was done for, so he lived in his head. When he began to forget lukes face, he began wishing he'd just died when he got hit by that car. But he didn't and he knew he'd never wake up. He just wanted someone to pull the cord.
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This sucks
