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Slip Away 》M.G.C

Slip Away 》M.G.C

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Jan 20, 2019
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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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"It's because Im in love with you" He says, with a straight face. Not even cracking a smile. I cant help but to laugh at his remark, staring at his serious face. Hes putting a lot into this act. He would never just admit it like that. "No you're not," I tell him after my fit of laughter. I pull at his cheek once before patting it with a smirk, "We just had sex," "And now I love you," He says, immediately after. "We were both desperate," I respond, finally deciding not to pay him any mind. I grab my rag off the counter top, wiping off the spot he is at and continuing down the bar. "I love you" He calls out as I get farther away. I don't react, keeping my back to him and ignoring his shenanigans, stilling scrubbing down the bar. "I said I love you," He calls out again, louder. I can hear his chair scrape the ground and I can see he starts to follow me from the opposite side of the bars. "Do you hear me? I love you" He yells over the noise in the bakery. -- "It's because Im in love with you" I tell him, seriously. "No you're not," He responds simply, "Because then you wouldn't leave me," "You know I love you," I plead, crossing my arms across my chest, "I wouldn't just do this to you, Tony," My arms are folded on my chest but I want nothing more than to wrap them around him and hold him for a second longer. He pulls further away from me, his hands raking over his face, before they drop in his lap. "You were using me," He says softly. Like a moment of realization hit. "No, I love you." I tell him again, unconsciously reaching for his hand for comfort for the both of us. He pulls it back, standing up and not giving me a second glance before he walks off from me. My jaw drops. "I said I love you," I call out from behind him. "Do you hear me? I love you," *** Friends and benefits could never hurt a childhood friendship. Could it? How far will this go? What is there to expect?

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