Michaels demons just grew worse. He couldn't sleep, he couldn't eat. Everything reminded him of his brave friend, the boy who could've stayed safe, but ran up to Michael's aid.
Calum died for Michael.
Michael wished he died instead of Calum. Calum had so many people who loved him and cared for him, he was the type of person who would make a difference in the world.
Who was Michael?
Michael was just a person who didn't want to live anymore. All he had was Luke, but what help was he to Luke? He thought he only held Luke back, Luke needed someone he could be happy with. Michael was always sad, and he was afraid of making Luke into what he was. Luke was the most beautiful person Michael had ever laid eyes on, why would he want to make Luke like him?
Michael decided that if he made Luke sad, which he was sure he was, there was no point in his life anymore.
He got up for the first time in forever, and went to his temporary room to find a pencil and paper. He wrote carefully for an hour, pondering his thoughts before folding it and writing his lover's name on it.
Then he quietly slipped into the bathroom, and took the bottle of pills out of the cabinet.
a/n
hey guys, I'm back from the dead! but with this chapter I bet you wish I wasn't.....
I'm not sure if anyone even cares about this book but I've had a lot of positive feedback and I had to finish it incase one person liked it so
~kaylee
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shooting stars//muke
Fanfiction"When I was little, I thought airplanes were shooting stars. And every night, I wished for a voice." •/•/•/•/• Michael Clifford says nothing, and Luke Hemmings manages a few words. But Michael lives in a world of noise while Luke lives in a world of...
