God|| muke au

2.4

Luke

"Michael?" I say reaching for his hand. "Why do you always say God will help me?"

Michael climbed onto my bed and rested his head atop my shoulder. "I was raised religious and I was told God would help me and others." He looked down and brought my hand up to his lips. "But, since God hasn't helped me I thought he'd help you."

I sighed. "I wish he helped me, Michael."

Michael moved his head and kissed my head. "He'll help."

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note; kinda bad part sorry :((( but muke is adorable oml