[WARNING IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO SELF HARM / SUICIDE PLEASE BE AWARE]
Michael helplessly sat alone on the couch you used to cuddle with him on, the couch where you'd share endless enjoyable moments together. Michael hadn't been out of the house in days, maybe even weeks. The days without you seemed like years. He toyed with your childhood stuffed bear he had gave you when you were kids.
He was feeling the urge to go outside , in a blistering cold. Michael got into his car and drove through the snow to the graveyard.
He walked by countless graves , there must of been thousands. But there was the special one he was looking for , at the back of the cemetery in the quiet corner.
He read the name on the tombstone over and over and over.
"Y/N , Y/M/N Clifford
1995 - 2016"
You were far too young to die. It wasn't fair.
Michael took a deep breath.
"Y/N , I don't know how to put this. I still can't bring myself to terms with the fact you're gone , and I don't think I can ever get over it. Get over you. I don't know how much longer I can take it"
He placed the white rose on the tiny forming snowpile in front of the grave.
"I know how much you loved white roses" he sighed.
"I love you so much Y/N" he said , holding back tears that were threatening to escape.
He waited to hear a response but nothing but the cold , blistering winds whistled around him.
He drove back to the small , depressing bungalow you both used to call home.
[Trigger warning]
He took the sharp blade and began to make slits.
"This is for you baby"
One , then two , then three.
It went on and on.
Hours later ...
"Open up Mike!" Luke yelled.
"Come on dude you have to get out!" Calum said.
Ashton fumbled through his keys until he found Michaels. He opened the door and rushed upstairs to his bedroom only to find the bathroom door open , and a lifeless Michael lying on the floor.
Addiction can cause a life , and you were his addiction.
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