young gods | muke

five

"ninety eight... ninety nine... one hundred!"

luke counts up before looking at michael.

"aren't you coming to heaven with me?"

luke questions and michael shakes his head.

"i'm not pure enough to go."

he tries to stop crying, he really does. luke frowns and presses his lips against michael's, michael holding him tightly.

soon, the body goes limp in his calloused hands and the kiss becomes cold. luke's body slithers to the ground and michael wipes his eyes before kneeling and kissing luke's freezing forehead.

"goodnight, angel."