-Ashton's pov-
It had been a year. One year.
One year since I got the call.
One year since I had seen Michael. Well a year and a day. I missed him. So much.
They said he's gone. They said he killed himself the day Luke had died, that he couldn't live without Luke. They said he overdosed. They told me that he wasn't gonna come back.
They were wrong. He was back. I still saw him sometimes. He would be in my room if I had a bad dream. He'd wrap his arms around me and whisper things to me when I couldn't sleep. He would talk to me when I was crying and upset. He'd tell me he loved me and that he was always there for me.
He was here. I didn't understand why he wouldn't go see them, why he'd let them think he was dead. Why he wouldn't want to see them. It didn't make sense to me.
But he said that I had to keep him a secret. That nobody could know he was here. And I didn't understand why.
He said that he'd be there for me at any time. And he was right. He was. At 2 am when I woke up from a nightmare, he'd be there to hold me and calm me down so I could go back to sleep.
He was here.
He was here.
He was here.
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Distance (muke)
FanfictionMichael and Luke meet on Instagram. They start talking to each other as normal friends unless one of them is horny. They end up being internet best friends and Michael may begin to develop feelings for Luke. And Luke may begin to develop feelings...
