But I'm picturing your body with somebody else
Michael was just another name to Calum, another name that the only way he'd remember would be if he heard somebody say it while passing in the streets.
He completely forgot about the way Michael hurt him.
He forgot about the pain.
And he became less sad.
But now Michael was sad, picturing somebody marking Calum the way he used to, picturing somebody slamming him against a locker and kissing him the way he used to, picturing everything.
And once it was too late,
He realized that he was in love with Calum Thomas Hood but didn't know how to express it.
Fin.