Michael let the smashed piano sit in the corner.
It was a testament, he thought. He didn't quite know to what.
It was as if, without Luke, he was broken.
He couldn't quite figure out the muddled maze that was now his mind and brain.
He felt Luke's presence around him often, he thought. He knew when Luke could see him crying.
Ashton and Calum hardly visited, claiming that they weren't a band without their keyboardist.
Michael would have tried, but his hands were ugly, scabbed and tired from smashing the black grand.
He didn't like them anyway.
Usually Michael found himself talking to Luke, speaking with the apparition that he thought was Luke.
It wasn't.
It was a figure of his muddled maze of a mind and in no way real.
Maybe Luke was the only thing keeping him sane.
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muse-ic. ➵ muke ✔
Fanfictionwhere luke is a pianist and michael is his boyfriend who often feels neglected, as the piano often captures luke's attention more than he does.
