T H I R D P O I N T O F V I E W
Michaels' muffled sobs were soon turned into loud sobs that shook his whole body. He was weak and the shaking made him feel sick. He couldn't think straight. Michael wanted to be healthy and happy again. Michael wanted to feel wanted. He wanted to feel something.
Vienna leaned her head against the wooden door, mumbling how sorry she was. "I am so fucking sorry, Mikey." She whispered. Vienna didn't know what else to tell him. Michael was going to have to read them at some point, but she didn't want him to find them while she went to her apartment to check up on the two.
More sobs filled the room. He couldn't stop the tears that were pooling down his reddened cheeks. Michael couldn't hold back anything anymore. He hadn't cried this much since he found out about the terrible disease that was killing him.
Michael thought about the first time he had met Vienna.
Remembering the party and how kind she was to him. Nobody had been that kind to him. Not even his best friends. Though Vienna may have been kind just because he was friends with Luke and Calum.
Michael thought about their first night together.
Remembering how Vienna made up his bed and made him his first home made meal in years. His parents rarely cooked anymore. It's like they were slowly giving up on him and trying to keep him around. They didn't make him feel loved or make him feel at home, but Vienna sure did.
Michael thought about their first kiss.
Remembering the way their lips moved in sync. He had pushed her against the hallway wall, pinning her hands beside her face. Their breathing growing rapid as his lips captured hers for the very first time.
Their love was one of a kind. They couldn't keep their hands off each other. People knew that they would be together forever when they would see them laughing in the streets, singing songs together in her beat up car.
Now their love was crumbling beneath them.
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