"I supported you, though. Of course I did you were my best friend- and it was a fun night. For you." Another tear fell down his face and he quickly brushed it away.
"I stood there, watching my crush of 3 years dance with the boy who harassed her best friend. Hospitalized him- I mean me. I was watching you drift away again, right before my eyes. And it was all my fault.
You left without a goodbye that night, you said 'call me, bye," and I yelled at you, told you whatever. To not come back. It's not like you cared anyways.
"So, you think I don't care?" You yelled, placing your petit hand on your hip, making your little pursed lip angry face at me. "Maybe I don't. Maybe you should just leave forever, Michael."
And I said okay. I let you leave angry, which was a terrible mistake. You left with Luke, and everyone stared at me. Whispers echoed through the room like the hum of a lightbulb in an empty room, so I left too. Stormed out, climbed into my car and drove home. I was one with the bed for the next couple days until I decided to apologize.
One text, no response.
Two, nothing.
Three, nothing.
I thought you were ignoring me. So I called, and when it rang twice them went to voicemail I went off- and said things I had not. But when you finally called back, I didn't think-" Michael closed his eyes, letting out a choked sob before continuing. "I didn't think it would have been the hospital. And that's when my life was changed forever."
yEp -Fran
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Why I'm Gone, mgc
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] a Michael Gordon Clifford realistic fiction, based on the novel 13 Reasons Why ❝And then I thought... if this is how my life is going to be- then I don't want it anymore.❞ All Rights Reserved , fasterhemmings
