psych ➳ muke

21

I do not sleep at all.

The room feels far too large, too empty.

And it is lacking Michael, my sweet, sweet Michael.

In the morning, I am quick to flip open my laptop and turn it on. I had promised Michael that I would find him on every possible social media site and I aim to keep my word. 

I scour through various social media sites - Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram. He has an account for every one. His blog is covered in soft grunge photography, punk music, books, and sunflowers. It seems so typically Michael and I spend hours shifting through the endless pages. I can tell when he has bad days and when days were good - based around the style of photos and text posts.

His Twitter is filled with song lyrics, hopes, and dreams. I am quick to follow him.

His Facebook account is set to private, but a photo of him is displayed in a tiny box on the left. I find myself staring for a bit too long.

And finally, on Instagram, I see that his followers are in the thousands. He's popular, loads of comments and likes. I don't know why this surprises me, Michael is absolutely gorgeous.

And as I sort through his hundreds of photographs, watching his past unfold before me, hot tears cascade down my pale cheeks.

I miss him, even after just a day, and I do not know how I am meant to get through this. I do not know how long he will be in the ward or when I will see him again.

I crave his touch. To feel his arms around me. To hold him close.

I miss the scent of his coconut shampoo and the way his hair looks when wet.

I miss the way our lips feel pressed together, moving in perfect sync, and the way our hands fit together.

And most of all, I long to hear his vanilla sweet voice saying my name.

Hours later, my mother calls me for lunch, but I decline, stating that I am not feeling well.

I opt for a nap, wrapping myself in my galaxy duvet. I pull it up to my chin, closing my eyes tight - willing myself to sleep.

Eventually, I do. My dreams filled with soft laughter, platinum locks, and the smell of coconut shampoo.

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Hello everyone! Sorry for the wait.
This was just a filler chapter - the next will also be a bit of a filler, but there will be some very important details as well!

Stick with me please! You do not want to miss this!

Also. HAPPY HOLIDAYS! No matter which holiday you celebrate, be joyous and blessed and may you surround yourself with love.

- it's Christmas Eve for me, what holiday do you celebrate?

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