Luke was sitting next to Michael's bed. He had been sitting there for over four hours now, and he had been holding the boy's hand the entire time.
Michael looked pale and his breathing was the only thing ensuring Luke he wasn't holding hands with a ghost. The doctor had told him a little while ago he could wake up any time now and Luke was still waiting for that to happen.
"Hi." Luke whispered.
Michael's eyes fluttered open and stared at Luke. It took a while for him to realize where he was and Luke gave him all the time he needed. Luke's eyes followed Michael's to the bandages around his wrists and the older boy sighed.
"I'm so sorry."
"Don't be."
Maybe Michael had the right to be sorry. Maybe Luke was mad at him; at least a little. He had hidden so much from him and he had tried to kill himself, leaving Luke alone on this world. But it was okay. At least he lived.
"I love you." Luke told him, wanting the boy to know he did.
"I love you too. I am so sorry Luke, I shouldn't..."
"It's okay." Luke interrupted him, the tears that escaped his eyes once again telling Michael otherwise.
"I'm so glad you're alive." The blonde boy's voice broke mid-sentence, his thumb caressing Michael's white skin.
"Me too." And Luke wasn't sure if he should believe the boy or not, until he managed to smile at him and Luke knew for sure that was a real one.
(Okay so the next part will be the last one, and i kinda have a goal here. When i reach 200 readers on this story i'll post the last part, bye)
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FanficMichael hated everyone who had ever told him that ‘it would get better.’ It didn’t. Or where Michael is depressed and he thinks Luke might be his remedy. It doesn't really work that way though. NOTES: So, this is quite dark and if you're triggered e...
