michael
The day feels off the moment I wake up.
I feel like there is a never ending void in me.
I had hoped that once these feelings left, they never came back.
I thought this shit stopped.
I need to go home.
Not that it's my home any longer.
But I need to see Luke.
Michael stop.
Stop this shit.
Stop.
I board the train anyway.
Even though I beat myself up over this.
Even though I tell myself I won't follow through.
I return.
Arriving at the old apartment.
I notice a sign on the porch.
It states an apartment is for sale.
I go upstairs to his door.
I knock, no answer.
It is unlocked.
Inside looks completely different.
Fresh paint, new furniture.
No family photos and no trace of his parents.
I leave the apartment.
Now I'm at the treehouse.
What was once our treehouse.
I thought it would be gone.
But it is still maintained.
It still looks brand new.
There isn't a key to get in anymore.
So I climb the ladder.
There's a blanket on the floor.
Two pillows.
I curl up into a ball.
Pulling my legs to my chest.
I punch the wall repeatedly.
My knuckles become red and swollen.
They start to crack and bleed.
"Michael?"
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once broken, now fixed | m.c & l.h
Fanfictionthrough family tragedies and hardships, four boys set out on a trip to spend time together in hopes of escaping the harshness of their lives. but none of them expect that it will change them drastically for better or for worse
