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

/eleven/

luke

michael had just dropped me off, we went out to eat but i only ate a small salad. i wasn't really hungry. he kissed me four times on our date, three at the lake and once when he dropped me off. my mum took my into the family room and sat on the couch with me.

"how was it, luke?" she asked, smiling.

"great, h- he's just amazing." i blushed and looked down. i pulled my sleeves down, a habit of mine.

"that's great honey! did he kiss you?"

"y- yeah."

"was it good?"

"yeah." i giggled.

"where'd he take you?"

"this really pretty lake, and he made this amazing mint tea and when we got off the canoe, we sat in the grass and i made him a flower crown, i tied then together with grass. he took me to eat, and then we came back. it was lovely."

"i like him. he better not hurt you."

"he won't mum."

"alright, you better get to sleep. we have a big day tomorrow, we have to go buy you a suit for your aunts wedding, we have to go get your surprise too."

"surprise?"

"oops! i forgot to tell you." she chuckled.

"well i'm excited." i smiled and hugged her before running to my room. i turned the water on in my tub and stopped the drain so it could fill. i bent down and sat in the scalding water. i added some bubble-bath to it and laid back. i looked at my wrists. they had scars on them, faded and barely noticeable to others, but i notice them. they're on my thighs too. and stomach. i used to self harm, a lot. i quit right before i got in my coma. let's not talk about that...

once i finished my bath, i put my red and black pj pants on and a black long sleeve shirt. i grabbed my journal.

dear michael,
we went on a lovely date today. our first date. you took me canoeing and then to eat. it was amazing. below is a flower from us making flower crowns. i love you... a lot.
love, luke.