Michael:
I woke, stretching and looked around me. Luke wasnt here.
I began to panic, was it all a lie? Then he stood at the door, looking as beautiful as the day I lost him. He was still mine.
His face was emitting a soft sadness as he clutched a piece of crumpled paper. "Hey Mike," He said to me in a hoarse voice.
"What's that?" I asked whilst patting the bed beside me. He slid into the covers and we both sat up.
"It's the letter I wrote you,"
I could feel the tears prick my eyes. "Oh,"
Silence followed, an awkward, devistating silence.
I plucked up the courage to finally ask, because after all, we both had questions in need of an answer. "Why did you leave?"
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Luke:
"Why did you leave?" Shit, I knew he'd ask that.
I wasnt even 100% sure myself.
"I was scared Michael," I sighed.
"Of what? I loved you!"
"You killed people," I said darkly.
"If I was gonna kill you I would have already." He said, making me gasp.
"You WERE gonna kill me when we met!" I screamed.
"I-" He didn't even finish his sentence before I was on the floor slapping his face.