The Not So Cliché Love Story

"Just go, Michael. Go run. Run away from your problems like you always do. I'm staying right here and I'll watch you disappear into the sunset with your stupid guitar. But don't you expect me to just wait around for the day you return. God, Michael. Did you even think about how this would effect me?"

That was the last thing I said to my best friend, Michael Clifford, before I slammed the door in his face for what I thought would be the last time. Little did I know fate had a different plan. A sick, twisted different plan.