Michael
I could see him.
I could see him standing in front of me.
His smile wide as I remembered it.
His eyes as bright as I remembered them.
He was as alive as I remember.
"Welcome home, Michael." He said in the voice I remembered.
It was the voice I loved.
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note; crying
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أدب الهواةin which Michael hates God and Luke thinks Michael looks like a god. Story idea credits: queenskeleton © thefault_in_5sos 2016
