Slip Away 》M.G.C

Slip Away 》M.G.C

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I walk into the old Max's room, Michael trailing behind. I opened the door to the closet, beginning to put all of my new clothes that me and Michael picked out away. 'Why did I wear this stuff' I ask myself while pulling out all of the pink and brightly colored clothes that filled my closet. "Why" I ask, my back still facing him "Why did you do this" "What?" He asks, as terror, fear, and anxiety fill his face. Michael asks "Why did I do what?" I continued "Why did you save this mess" I say, warm tears beginning to blur my vision until I blink. I turn to face him "Why did you save me?!" I scream, a panic attack beginning in my chest. Michael calms me down from the situation that just happened then he proceeded to answer my question that I asked before I had a panic attack. He started, calm at first but then things got out of hand and he got mad, I tried to calm him down but it didn't work. "I did it because you meant a lot to me. I know you don't remember anything from the past 4 years, but there are a lot of things they still haven't told you and I-I'm afraid of what you're going to say when they do eventually tell you. I fear you're going to hate me and never want anything to do with me ever again. I refuse to be put into that situation again. You mean way too much for me to lose you a third time. I lost you once as a friend, then because you lost your memory. I will NOT lose you again.. Those two times of me losing you were bad enough as it was and I REFUSE to let go" He says, tears brewing in his eyes, he hugs me and kisses my head like always. "Tell me" I said, he shook his head at the fact that I wanted to know he looked me dead in the face like I had made the worst decision ever. I begged and then he sighed, he didn't want to tell but he did. "You don't get it huh?" He chuckled " Max, you aren't looking at the big picture.." his breath hitches "Max" he sighs "I simply.. adore you.. That's why you can't just slip away from me again.." He loves me too??
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He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.

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