Michael was gone again. I had no idea where.
I wanted to call him, but I knew he wouldn't answer.
I suddenly had an urge to call my mom. Let her know I was okay.
I dug through my bags, until I found my phone. I hadn't touched it in so long. I didn't need to when I was around Michael.
Flipping it open, I dialed my mom's number hurriedly.
After a second, I was redirected, letting me know that I had no time on my phone.
I don't know why I did it. I was so homesick and lonely at the moment. I didn't know what to do.
I threw my phone against the wall, the shattering noise letting me know it had finally broken.
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12 Months//michael clifford short story
FanfictionI thought that love was staying up all night with him drinking shitty black coffee and talking about what we were going to do once we had the money. Love was wishing he wouldn't come back to our shitty apartment, at least for one more night. Love wa...
