PROLOGUE:
| michael's pov |
I had my head in my hands, suffering these chest pains I never thought I would feel. My hair was a mess; I actually felt like my fringe was a nuisance, for once. My eyes were tired from staring at my laptop's screen for so long, but I just couldn't stop. It was like this was how my life was for the past few months, and I could guarantee it would be, for the coming months and even years.
I could laugh at myself for turning out this way; I used to be so different. I always felt like I could sleep for centuries, and I'd never find myself staying up to scroll through pictures and watch videos. The only thing I would stay up for was video games.
Maybe she was kind of like video games to me. She was an addiction, of some sort. Obsession, even. I could never get enough of her. Every little thing she did or say made me like her more and more.
The feelings I have for her are growing, and I hated it. Life was so simple before she came into the picture. She turned everything upside down. All these sleepless nights and bottled-up emotions were because of her.
She hurt me in a way no one else can.
It hurts because I think I love her.
It hurts even more because she'll never know how much she means to me.
But it tears me up inside because she doesn't even know I exist.
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fanboy ↦ michael clifford {au}
FanfictionCOMPLETED | "But it tears me up inside because she doesn't even know I exist."