Sweater Paws {michael clifford}{completed}

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Story didn't know how long she cried. She didn't know how long it's been since his last breathe came from his lips. Since his beautiful pale green eyes lost all the light they had in them. She didn't want to know either; she couldn't bare the thought of her love being gone forever. This probably was how Michael felt when she was dying, Story realized. And she instantly started crying again. It was supposed to be her. It was supposed to have been her to die. Not him. She was supposed to be dead years ago. Story looked at the ceiling above, she'd been sent to bed a few hours ago, due to the lack of sleep she had. Her head hurt from crying and her stomach hurt because she was hungry, but her body didn't seem to want any food. She thought it would be like this forever. She needed it to get it together, for Luke. And for Michael. She knew she needed to begin the healing process.

And the first step was his funeral.