All Luke hears are the voices inside his head. He’s been using a calendar in the kitchen to count how many days since it started. One hundred and twenty three days since everything he ever loved was ripped off its foundations and sent spiraling into insanity. Luke’s father had left about a week before it all started, leaving Luke nor his brothers a reason as to why he fled. His mind scrambles to find any memories of things that may lead to where his Dad is now. Any scrap of information cannot seem to be reached. Sighing and relaxing his shoulders, Luke realizes how alone he really is. There must not be anyone for miles around, and it’s not like he was going to go looking for trouble he didn’t want, and especially didn’t need.
He sits quietly on his bed for a minute, looking at a picture of his mother and father on his nightstand. He scans their faces, filled with light and glimmers of hope. When Luke last saw his mother, all he could see in her eyes was fear and sorrow. He remembers the night like it was yesterday, broken bottles on the floor, blood and a lifeless Liz on the floor. He screamed and cried as his knees fell next to his mother. His two brothers stared in awe at the scene. They had seemed to snap out of their shocked state when another loud weep escaped from Luke’s trembling mouth.
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ok so yay! um idk this is like what the fic would basically be. like an after apocalypse thing.
it is michaelxluke tho
so yeah umm if you like it vote i guess and i'll know if i should continue it because im really not sure thanks baeesss
~ cal. xx
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☯ain't no rest for the wicked☯
Fanfictionthe apocalypse has ended, and Luke Hemmings is thinking he's the only one that might be able find his father. then the cheeky, extremely adorable Michael Clifford comes along and shows Luke his dad isn't the only thing he should live for.
