psych ➳ muke

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My heart is beating so quickly that it feels as if it isn't beating at all. For the past week, I have been overwhelmed by absolute sadness. The feeling of longing weighing down on me. I was meant to be adjusting to my normal life again, but how could I? My thoughts were flooded solely with Michael.

In the short amount of time we have known one another, he has captivated me. I have fallen head over heels, so infatuated with my sweet boy.

And then, my phone is chiming once again. The little green light restarting my heart.

Michael Clifford: hello, sweets.

He seems so casual, so calm, yet I am utterly breathless.

Luke Hemmings: hello, love. i've missed you so much.

And it's true, because I have missed him - more than I have ever missed anyone before.

Michael Clifford: i've missed you, too. things were not the same without you. i could hardly sleep knowing you weren't just across the room.

Luke Hemmings: so, you're home, yeah? how are things? how do you feel?

Michael Clifford: things are as well as they could be. i got home a few hours ago, had a short nap. mom hasn't left me alone for more than a few minutes. she babies me, i hate it.

Michael had never spoken much of his family dynamics prior to this. Of course, I had met his parents whilst in the ward, but it had surely gone terribly. In a sense, I felt jealous that his mother cared so much, but she seems over bearing. As if she cares too much, which is not what Michael needs. He needs to know that he is strong, that he can survive without the constant supervision.

He needs to know that I can take care of him. That I will care for him.

Luke Hemmings: i'm sorry, love. i know she can be overwhelming, but she cares. you'll get through this, she'll realize that you are strong.

Michael Clifford: why are you so perfect? when can i see you?

The thought of seeing Michael again gives me chills, goose bumps rising on my arms. I jump up, rushing to my desk and scrambling for the bus schedules. I practically dive head first onto my bed, lunging for my phone.

Luke Hemmings: i have the bus schedules. tomorrow, i want to see you tomorrow.

For the next twenty minutes, Michael and I work out a time to meet in the city. As planned, we will meet at Flo's - the hallway point.

We message for the rest of the day and well into the late hours of the night. I fall asleep in the midst of a message, my phone clutched tightly in my hand.

Tomorrow at one, I will be reunited with my sweet Michael once again.

• • • • • • • • • •

So, Michael is officially back. He is home and he is safe, but of course, things are not perfect - that's life.

A little insight of Muke's first conversation outside of the hospital. And of course, the pet names are still there.

So, Muke are meeting the very next day.

How do you think things will go?

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