Cowboy Casanova (Dolenzmith) (COMPLETE)

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"Micky," Michael choked. He fell to his knees and hit Micky's hand, causing the pills to fall from his grasp. They scattered across the floor. Michael wrapped his arms tight around Micky and buried his face in the boy's soft hair, crying into his curls.

Micky trembled still, barely registering what was happening. He didn't realize he was crying too until the hot tears wettened his cheeks. He turned and hid his face in Michael's chest, soaking his shirt.

Michael took a shuddering breath and looked up. He held Micky at arm's length and the two locked eyes.

"Why?" he choked. "Why would you do that, Micky?"

Micky's lower lip trembled as he battled more oncoming tears. "It h-hurts so bad, M-Michael. What he did...over and over...I—"

Micky choked on his words and he shut his mouth, refusing to continue. Michael ignored his own tears as he wiped the tears from Micky's wet eyes.

Then he grabbed the pill bottle.

The bottle was still half full and he poured the rest out into his hand. He looked at Micky with dark, solemn eyes.

"If you go...we go together."