one-hundred & four

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"how long, luke?"

luke looked at michael with a confused expression.

"what do you mean?"

"how long have you been fucking lying to me?"

"i don't understand-"

"i never told you my name, luke. not since after the accident."

"michael, i'm sorry-"

"no, luke. there is no reasonable explanation for you to do this to me, but all i can think is 'why would he do this to me?'"

"fuck, michael, i'm so sorry. i just-"

"you what? did you want to get rid of me? were you tired of me? did you meet someone else? you could have just told me. you didn't have to pretend to have fucking amnesia. did ever really have amnesia? fuck, i'm so stupid!"

"no, i love you michael! i could never get tired of you, that's impossible. you're my one and only, baby, please!"

michael was silent.

"how long?"

"two days."

"fuck you, luke," michael chocked out as he ran out of the room with hot, angry tears fogging his already shaky vision.

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