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10- Mallory Knox

"In our darkest lonely hours we learn to forget and forgive. I will love you again and again" ~ Mallory Knox ~ Lonely Hours

Michael wasn't spoken to by Luke the next day. Luke pretended he wasn't there.

Until home time.

Calum had been picked up and michael was walking out the doors when he saw the blonde sat on the bench, playing with his hands nervously.

He saw Michael and shot up, walking straight over. "We have to work on the project today."

"What if I'm busy?" Michael stuttered out.

"You're not." Luke stated, walking off, knowing michael Would follow him. Michael did follow, though a few steps behind.

Michael sighed. No good could possibly come of this assessment but he didn't have a choice.

They reached Luke's house, nobody was home and they walked straight up to Luke's room.

Michael stopped at the door. Flashbacks of their relationship came to mind, like when Luke held Michael on the floor as he cried, or when they were snuggled up in bed watching movies at the weekends.

"Are you coming in?" Luke asked.
Michael took a breath and stepped inside the room full of memories.

On Luke's bedside table half hidden was a snow globe he gave Luke for Christmas. The picture was of them both at the ice skating rink, holding each other up.
It pained him to see it there. He didn't know if he wanted to take it or smash it with a hammer.

"So this poetry thing." Luke cleared his throat. "It says write an in depth poem about relationships."

His voice started to wobble towards the end but he regained composure. This was one of the worst things they could be assigned.

"Happy poem or sad poem?" Luke asked.

"Happy." Michael croaked.

"You could get more emotion across in a sad one." He mumbled.

"Sad then," Michael shrugged quietly. Truth was he didn't want to talk about sad relationships. It was all terribly ironic.

"Michael..?" Luke asked after a while of silence.

Michael looked up at him.

"Why did you do that?" Luke asked quietly. Michael knew he was talking about what he saw yesterday.

"I-I have to go." Michael breathed, grabbing his bag.

"No!" Luke ran to the door and closed it before michael could leave the room.

"Move." He said through gritted teeth.

"Tell me why." Luke plead with watery eyes. Michael thought he must have been seeing things. Why the hell was Luke crying?

"I said move." Michael said again.

"I need to know." Luke said stubbornly.

"You don't care." The red haired boy spat, shoving him out the way and opening the door.

"You still don't forgive me. Do you?" His voice called as Michael left the house.

As soon as he was outside and round the corner he started to cry. Whispering to himself.

"Of course I forgive you."