torn // muke

14

Luke had texted Michael a few times, but go no reply. It had been three days and he hadn't even heard from Michael.

He felt a little lonely, and just wanted to be close to Michael again.

He found himself walking down to the old subway bench where he first met Michael. He was hoping to find some sort of comfort there. He found Michael there.

He smiled and ran over to Michael, sitting next to him.

"Hi, Michael!" Luke said, excited to finally see his best friend again. "Hey.." Michael mumbled, and kept his gaze on the empty tracks.

"What's wrong?" Luke asked, and Michael rolled his eyes. "Nothing's wrong." He said harshly, making Luke feel a bit upset. "I know you need something to cheer you up, so what if we go on another one of those adventures?" Luke asked, and poked Michael's arm.

"You think spending any more time with a cheap whore who smells like smoke is gonna cheer me up? I dreaded the last week we spent together." Michael said, and Luke looked at him dumbstruck. He couldn't find any words to speak. All he could feel besides the cold air is his heart breaking.

Luke quickly got up, and ran away from Michael. He felt tears fall down his face as he ran back to his apartment.

He stumbled with the key before finally getting the door to unlock. He pushed himself inside, and shut the door quickly, locking it behind him.

Luke threw off his jacket, and kicked off his shoes as he ran into his room. He fell onto the bed, and held a pillow to his chest as he cried. He always told himself he wouldn't like somebody again. He would only get hurt. But he didn't listen to himself, and now he is paying the price.

Luke genuinely thought Michael was starting to like him too. He told Luke he was "different" and he even filled his computer with pictures of Luke saying he was "inspiring"

Luke felt like the biggest fool in the world.