Michael sighed as he opened the door to the building. He loved helping these people, but he got too emotionally attached to them. And then they die. But he loved them nonetheless. It wasn't their fault it happened, so no one blamed them. Bad things happen to good people, as his mother used to say.
But as he says to the group, bad things happen to everyone, you've just gotta learn to live with them. And someday you'll be okay with that.
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Sweater Paws {michael clifford}{completed}
FanfictionHer green eyes shown with tears as she wiped her cheeks with her sweater paws. "I'm not ready to die."
