Stars.//m.c

His gesture wasn't the gentle touch I was used to as he shoved me against the wall, his large hands fisting into my tank top. Michael looked right into my pale gray eyes, and his were showing betrayal. I didn't do anything, did I?

Michael didn't speak one word. His expression softened and tears swarmed his eyes as he dropped to his knees.

He held his face into his hands and I stood against the wall, trying to process the events in my head.

"D-Don't hate me," He whimpers, and I shake my head. I didn't hate him. I never could. He meant more than the world to me. he was my light when I needed it in the dark. He was like the stars in the dark.

"Never,"

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