Dear Michael, || m.c + l.h

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michael

last night i had a dream. there was this boy in it, a blonde boy. he was tall, and adorable. he had a lip ring, and he listened to green day. he was perfect. i've never seen him before so i don't know why he was in my dream. i shrugged it off and fixed myself a sandwich.

"hey mike." my dad said, walking into the kitchen.

"morning, dad."

"we need to talk." he sighed. i nodded.

"okay."

"we're moving."

"to where?" i asked.

"america. new york to be exact."

"oh, that's um cool. when?"

"about two weeks from now. i got an amazing job offer out there, we have to take it."

"that's fine." i smiled.

"great, i'm glad you took it well." he walked away.

but i didn't take it well. i don't want to leave. i can't leave. my mum is here, i need her.