"why, why Michael?" you whispered to your deceased husband's grave. your eyes were spilling with tears. your insides burned to even think of the man that killed michael, but why. why would someone kill the most innocent human being?
your heart ached for revenge, but you know that michael would never approve. you believe that it's your fault that he's dead. but you wish, only if you could just go back to the day you met. everything could change.
you think to yourself, standing right before his grave, about all the happy memories you had together. and you wish that he was still standing right next to you. except now you're all alone. Michael is gone. forever.
you grab the rose that you brought and laid it upon the grave stone. tracing your finger tips over each cold-hard letter engraved in the stone, you read, "In Memory of Michael Gordan Clifford."
'1995 - 2019'
with you still pouring with tears, you think back to the first day you both met. what a happy day. but then you remember how it all started.
it all began with a simple, "hello."
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hai I wasn't really planning on publishing this but my friend told me to so... yeah sorry if it sucks. I might continue this, but idk.
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Hello | m.c.
FanfictionMichael was murdered. 'Why? Why did this happen?' You thought. You can't help to think of all the memories you have made together, like how you both met. How did it come to this? ...Let's just say it all began with a simple "Hello."
