"all i'm sure of is i love you like the constellations love the sky and the plants love the sun. your voice was the soundtrack of my summer. your eyes shine brighter than the lightning that strikes the ground in the spring. you're completely unlike any other. you're my thunder." warning: this is possibly the cringiest story i've ever written i am so sorry

"You'll always be my everything, Michael Clifford." © 2014 by bastardsoul. All rights reserved.

: where two neighbours find themselves restless at the same time, 2:00 am.

(C'È ANCHE UNA VERSIONE IN ITALIANO NEL MIO ACCOUNT) From the story: - I would always recognize that kind of green. - he mumbled - She has his eyes, Shay - I looked away as mine filled with tears. I should have expected him to figure it all out, he had always been so clever. - Am I right? - Luke asked with shaky voice. I turned to him and just nodded, fighting tears. - Oh God, - he sighted - how could you? How could you not tell him he has a daughter? -

❝ you're just afraid ❞ ❝ no, i'm not ❞

Michael loved his band. He loved his wife, his child, his life. He also loved drinking. The band has broken up. They all have wives, children, respectable jobs. Michael is about to lose all of them. Reeling from the break up of his band, he has found himself in a pit of depression. His wife has threatened divorce more times than he can count. He can barely get to see his daughter. He can't remember the last time he heard one of the boys voices. He's not ok. But can he figure out how to put the pieces back together? "So will you remember this night, twenty years now lost? It's not right."

"Yeah, yeah. And you're so sorry. And you'll never cheat on me again. And you love me. Fucking lies, Sarah. You're a liar." He spat at her, and ran out of the room.

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