Forever In My Heart - Micheal's Story

Intro

I never thought I'd come back here – all the memories slowly seeping back.

Last time I was here he was alive....

Why did I do it, why didn't I tell him I was alive, that I truly loved him – that Amanda was a lie. She never loved me and I never loved her. I could feel the tears falling down my face. I wiped them away with the back of my hand and sat on the tatty, broken sofa. It still smelled like him – the whole dam trailer looked like he would walk in and be like "Hey Mickey – long time no see"

In fact my heart started to beat faster in the hope that he would, but my head knew he never would. The tears fell even more – heartbroken didn't even begin to cover how I felt.

I took a swig form the hip flask that I brought with me, the alcohol burned my throat but didn't numb the pain or stop the tears. I was the only one that chose to do this – not one other person offered. Then again, T had more enemies than friends. But he had told me about some guys called Ron and Wade, yet the day of the funeral no one of that name was there. In fact.... I had been the only one there.