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

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michael

"luke?" i asked.

"michael?" he asked back. i nodded slowly.

"oh my god, i told you!" he yelled at his mum.

"i'm lost here. do you know each other?" my dad asked.

"i- i think so, somehow." i said.

"we'll uh just leave you two." his mum said, my dad following her out of the room.

"how do you know my name?" i asked.

"this might sound weird but i was in a coma, a- and i saw you. you were my boyfriend a- and i knew you were real when i woke up."

"you've been in my dreams lately. i didn't think you were real." i chuckled.

"what are you doing here?"

"i found this." i handed him the license.

"thanks, um, could we exchange numbers? maybe we could be friends."

"sure." i smiled.