Michael sighed as he sat in the dim room. It was past three in the morning, but he was wide awake.
He wasn't feeling good at all, and he wishes he could go to sleep, but he couldn't. He just sat up and listened to the voices in his head.
He ran a hand through his hair, and sighed. He was so stressed that it was driving him insane.
He felt movement beside him, so he looked down and watched as Luke rolled over, snuggling into Michael's side. The blonde boy scrunched his nose up before becoming peaceful again, falling completely asleep.
Michael lightly smiled and ran his hand over Luke's forehead.
Luke is so beautiful, and so good to Michael. He wouldn't trade him for anything.
All of the voices in Michael's head subsided, and he sat there admiring his sleeping beauty.
He was no longer focusing on his emotions, but instead focusing on his love.
He no longer allowed the voices to tell him he has nothing to live for as he scooted down, holding all he's ever wanted so close to him.
