Lost It All (Michael Clifford)

The letter

I hated writing this chapter. I knew from the beginning that this is what I was going to do. But I still hated writing it. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

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May.

I woke up to an empty bed. I was at Michael's place, but he wasn't here. I thought back to last nights events. I smiled. It soon fell. Where was he. I fell asleep with him. So he should still be here.

I sit up, and throw my bare legs per the side of the bed. I look for my clothes. They were all folded neatly in a pile on the floor next to the bed. I quickly pulled on my jeans and my top. Followed by the rest of my clothes. I walked out of Michael's room and down the stairs.

I looked in the living room, but he wasn't there, he wasn't in the kitchen either.

Where could he be?

I notice a note on the fridge. It read:

'May, I need you to go home. I need you to forget about me, and everything we did. I don't want to cause you pain, but I know that if we stay together, I will cause you pain, it's what I do. May, don't think I don't love you, because I do, so much. Last night was the best night of my life. That's not the point. I don't want to hurt you in the future. I'm sorry if I hurt you, but you have to understand you can do so much better than me. I love you May, but I need to say goodbye.

Michael.'

What the hell did I just read? This can't be real. He can't do this to me. I held the note tightly in my hand. Tears running down my face.

I left his house and ran all the way home. I slammed the door and ran up the stairs.

How could he so that to me? He knows how I feel about him! I should have never trusted him! I feel so stupid, I feel like a joke! He played me. That's what it feels like, anyway. He knew, he knew I loved him, why would he end it? Why did he say he loved me if he knew it wouldn't last....

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Michael.

I knew, I knew that if I stayed with her she would get hurt. I know that I hurt her, I know that I broke her into a million pieces, something I said I'd never do. I told her I'd be there, but i can't be. Not now. I hate myself for what I did. I shouldn't have told her that way. Damn it! I shouldn't have told her at all! What have I done?

I lay Down on my bed, she left her scarf here. It's on the chair, the chair she put her bag on. I looked at the closed door. She was leaning against that door. I close my eyes, she's there. She everywhere. I can't remove her from my mind.

I try to persuade myself that I've done right thing. I know I haven't. I really love her. So much.

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I'm sorry! It's so short, but I needed to her this up! I hope you like it. Thanks for reading!