dear michael,
you died your hair, it's not red anymore. it's black, it looks really nice on you. i tried to tell you that i liked your hair during chemistry, but i didn't get enough courage. you're really smart, i'm glad i got to have you as my lab partner.
~luke
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everything i didnt say// muke
Fanfiction*lowercase intended* luke wasn't depressed, no, he was just sad. but his ray of sunshine was slowly dimming, and luke saw his opportunity leaving him. so everyday he writes a letter addressed, dear michael...
