the second day michael was in the hospital, i brought him carnations.
his face was paler than it normally was,
his dark eyelashes resting against his cheeks.
his hands were cold, but they were still his hands.
he still had his stubby fingers that i loved to tease him about, even though in all actuality, i loved them.
he still had his tattoos,
the "x" had always been my favorite.
but the tubes,
they weren't him.
this wasn't my michael, and i wanted him back.
sincerely,
koda.
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its six am and im awake bc i went to bed at one which is like three hours earlier than usual so now i can't sleep
so here's another chapter
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coma ❀ michael clifford ❀ book three
Fanfiction"does she even know everything she's ruined?" book three of the suicide series.
