after the night with luke, michael felt as though he was walking on sunshine. he wished it would never stop. he loved this feeling. even if he died in that very moment he'd be happy. that was all that mattered to him.
michael felt like luke was the love of his life. soul mate. the one. he just knew luke was the exception to all his old thoughts about love.
he used to think it was useless. he thought love was terrible. he thought he could live without it. until luke.
- - - -
michael sat on his couch-- luke had gone home. he was watching tv when his phone rang. he let it ring around three times until it began to irritate him. so, he picked it up.
"hello?" he asked in a raspy tone "is this Michael clifford?" the voice was deep and has a bit of sadness. "yes, yes it is."
"your mother she...she's passed away." michael couldn't believe it. he was so confused. was all she said true? "hello?"
"i-i- need to go." he was all choked up. he felt like he was going to die. he wish he didn't feel this way. he wish he could have a switch that could shut off his feelings. he didn't want them anymore. not even his over for Luke could override his sadness.
then, michael broke down. he shut off his phone, he locked his door and he cried, for hours and hours and hours,
michael had never felt so alone. Even with luke in his life and his wonderful friends he felt alone.
He'd never been close to his mom. She'd never been a big part of his life, but she was his mom. He knew that somewhere in her heart she loved him-- even if they never talked.
Since michael moved out in his sophomore year of high school, he'd only call his parents ob holidays. He missed them though-- all the time. He had a family photo on his nightstand and he'd hope and pray that one day he would be able to make amends with them. Now it seemed impossible.
His dad was never there when he was a kid. He worked to often and they didn't have a lot of personal conversations besides "the talk" his father gave him when he was thirteen.
He can recall every detail of it though. The way his father coughed when it got to awkward. The way he'd look at the grown because he couldn'y dare look his father in the face as he talked about "doing it."
He had become sad again. This was something luke couldn't fix with his beautiful smile and blue eyes. He was now broken.
(a/n:)
chapter 30 question:
do you watch AHS (american horror story)?
- ashley xx
