leather jacket::malum/muke {COMPLETED}

5.1

michael dragged himself out of his room and slowly made his way towards the kitchen. it was starting to get cold, but he didn't feel like turning the heater on. or even waking up.

he bent down and pushed his cat, ketchup, aside. he regretted the animal's name to this day, but didn't feel the need to change it. jack loved his name.

after getting food for himself and ketchup, he quietly sat down at the counter and took a bite of his cereal. it tasted bland and made him want to throw up, so he swallowed it and left the rest where it was.

michael dragged himself back to his room and got ready, his grief thicker than the steam arising from the hot shower.

today was jack's funeral.

he looked at himself in the mirror. a corpse stared back. his hair laid flat on his head, bags under his eyes prominent and scruff covering his face. over the past few weeks, he had lost a lot of weight, along with his appetite. for a while, it was like this with paisley. but this time, it hurt much worse.

after adjusting his tie for the last time, michael got in his car and drove to where his son would soon be buried. he had to give a speech, and he could barely get the words out because he was sobbing too much.

he had been told countless condolences and 'i'm sorry''s today, and by the time he finally went home he was mentally and physically exhausted.

when he arrived back home, it was silent again. michael teared up for the millionth time at the reminder that his little boy would never be here to break the emptiness again.

as soon as he took off his shoes, there was a knock on the door.

"calum?" he said when he opened it. calum stood outside the doorway in his tux, and you could tell his eyes were still a bit puffy.

"i-" he seemed to choke on his words, "i'm so fucking sorry michael."

michael shook his head and wrapped his arms around calum, burying his head into the boy's chest. they never imagined things would end up like this.

"h-he could've lived cal" michael sobbed, "he was so fucking close to making it but i showed up too l-late."

calum didn't respond, instead he picked the boy up and carried him into michael's room, shutting the front door behind him, and they crawled into bed together. it was a completely innocent act. but someone needed to be there for the father. he just lost the most important person in his life. it wouldn't be easy for him.

they laid there that night, crying into each other's arms and mourning the death of an innocent child.

since the beginning, michael would've never guessed that luke would become his downfall.

A/N: this was really short but i'm really sad for michael rn

i miss jack

but i also hate this and flower crown bc they're terribly written nd i can't do anything about it so the ending might come quicker than y'all think