Michael's shaky pointer finger moved around the trigger ever so slightly pressing harder to release the weapon, to release himself. Luke stepped back in shock, his eyes watering up from the scene in front. He tripped and fell down, falling hard on his side. Michael turned around hiding the gun under a pile of leaves.
"Is anyone there" he called out
No response just the sounds of the wind whirling flying freely
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me or you ⇟ muke au
Fanfiction"Just pull the trigger" "I can't " "Why" "Because I love you" So much good in being in a world wide famous band but there's so much more bad Warning* contains self harm and triggers read at your own risk All images in every 5th chapter are mine! If...
