-Michael
-5 years after-
She walks the same. But now I can't hold her hand while we used to think about just leaving the town. Maybe even be called runaways... I wish I could give her all the letters that I made for her. I would tell her all the mistakes I made and how I would fix them. I would tell her everything I didn't say.
-8 years before-
"Well now that we're out of school... Let's talk about embarrassing moments." she stated. Man I love her voice I wish I could just kiss her. As I was going to respond I run my hand through my hair. "Remember when I dared you to wear red lipstick and stilettos? I remember when you came in through the doors you looked so different."
"I remember! I still can't believe I did it. I will never wear stilettos ever! and I did say EVER AGAIN." We both laughed. The moments like these were my favourite. "Remember when our parents yelled at the both of us because we skipped lunch. Like how can you get mad at someone skipping lunch?!" She's so cute. I kind of didn't want to hear anything besides her. It was her that I was in love with. No one else. It's her.
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over and over : Michael Clifford au.
Fanfiction'I hope you know, for you I'd sacrifice to make this right. Some day I'm sure, we'll pass each other by. Until that time...' I just want her back.
