"michael, it's been six hours." "i know." luke watched as michael stood in the rain, staring down at the ground. luke took a hesitant step towards his friend, but decided against it. "it's raining, let's go in." "she doesn't know it's raining, and i'm still saying goodbye."
The voices in Michael's head made him do it. Michael loves Luke. But Luke isn't so sure anymore. THIRD BOOK IN THE MUTE SERIES. MUST READ MUTE. AND SPEAK. BEFORE {highest ranking #40 in fanfiction}
cryp·tic [krip-tik]: secret; obscure in meaning With twenty six letters, she composed words that placed the fragility of her life into the hands of someone else. With those same twenty six letters, he formed pleas for her to stay. (#151 in Fanfiction) © 2013 by isohlate. || All rights reserved.
She sings when she's home alone; he asks her to keep it down. {highest ranking: #2 fanfiction} © 2015 by dimplefeels
