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"Run Luke! Run!" Michael yelled towards Luke, making him widen his eyes. He stood there, flames rapidly beginning to engulf the surroundings of their shared apartment in a fight of heat and smoke. Luke knew exactly who did this, it wasn't a surprise honestly, The Tigers did it.

The fire and smoke were burning Luke's eyes, even though he was crying. His lungs were toxicated with the thick smoke that made it fairly hard for the blonde to see his boyfriend who was standing a few feet away from him, shaking his head and looking Luke in the eyes with his green ones, a sad look on his face.

"I'm not leaving without you! They are probably outside and ready to kill you!" He yelled back, stepping towards Michael a little, and the grey haired boy shook his head.

"Leave! Fûcking leave Luke!" He yelled again, this time more stern. Luke shook his head again, and Michael had no choice but to pull his gun. Luke eyes went even more wide, if that was even possible and shook his head.

"You wouldn't." He says, his eyes scanning the room and seeing the fire coming closer to Michael. "I would." Michael snapped. "Leave!" He loaded the gun, pointing it at Luke and putting his finger on the trigger.

And this time, Luke ran. He burst open the front door, seeing his neighbors being evacuated out of the building. He follows the people until they are outside, and indeed, a few boys stand outside with a tiger on their leather jackets.

Every single cell, every single muscle in Luke's body feels like running up to them and killing them right then and there, but he doesn't. They could kill him in a split second if they wanted to. He looks up at the apartment he used to live in, and sees that the flames have engulfed the complete apartment, which meant Michael was dead.

Luke didn't notice tears starting to slip from his eyes, he didn't notice he screamed out his boyfriends name, he didn't notice himself falling onto the cold and hard pavement, he didn't notice people carrying him towards a ambulance until a brown haired boy stood bowed over him, a breathing cap pushed on his mouth.

"Michael.." He murmured before actually closing his eyes.

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Luke woke up, gasping for air and bathed in sweat. He turned towards the side of the bed, seeing the bed is empty. He sighs before rubbing the tears coming from his eyes from his face, and he shakes his head.

The accident happened two years ago, two years of hopelessly trying to forget about Michael, trying to be okay with himself that he ran when he should've stayed with the boy.

He could've stayed and pulled Michael out of the damn apartment. He could've saved him, he could've refused to leave and he could've walked straight into the fire, leaving Michael no choice.

But, he didn't.

He rather would've died than living like this, all alone and without Michael.

Luke feels numb, he actually feels nothing. Luke didn't know this feeling even existed. He always thought that whatever the books said was all fake, but he lied to himself. Of course, he was wrong.

Luke would rather have gotten shot than living without Michael. But he made a choice, a wrong one.

That's always what happens. You never know how or which choice to make, because you never know the consequences, you never know how the story ends, so you choose with your heart or your head. It's never easy to make such a choise, Luke knows.

Luke should've stayed with Michael, they could've died together. But because Luke was actually scared of Michael's illegal gun, he ran. He didn't actually know if Michael made it out of the apartment or not, the only thing that could be found in the ashes of the what used to be living space, was Michael's leather jacket.

Luke knows deep inside that the fantasy's he has of Michael still being alive are stupid, just plain stupid and dumb. But Luke can't help it, he thinks about his boyfriend being alive loads and loads of times, no matter how stupid people it might find.

Luke's head shot up by the noise of his front door opening. He layed back down when he realized it was probably just Calum bringing him groceries again. ''Luke?'' And Luke's thoughts were confirmed when he heard the boy's voice echo trough his almost empty apartment.

''Bedroom.'' Luke says, the volume of his voice so low that he isn't sure if Calum heard him. His voice was not only low, but also very raspy. He doesn't talk to anyone except for Calum and his therapist.

''Hey Luke.. How are you feeling?'' The kiwi boy walks into the bedroom, sighing as he sees the blue eyed boy curled into a ball, his boney body protected by a thin blanket.

''I'm just fine.'' Luke says, turning his head out of the human ball he formed to look at Calum. The boy smiled at him, and Luke knew it wasn't a real one. He was pulling Calum down with him, making the brown haired boy sad as well.

''Why do you do this?'' Luke whispers, tears starting to form in the corner of his eyes as he watches the boy in front of him shrug. ''I want to make you better.'' He whispers back smiling at Luke again.

''You can't keep doing this to yourself, Calum. Please just go and live your life, without having to worry about me.'' The kiwi boy's jaw drops. ''I won't ever leave you, Lukey.''

Luke's head snapped up, tears now streaming down his cheeks. ''Leave.'' He snaps, pointing at the door. ''What, why?'' Calum stood there, utterly confused. ''Leave, please.''

Calum shakes his head, walking towards the bed. ''Leave Calum! God fucking dammit leave!' Luke yells, actually getting up for the first time in forever, his body shaking with emotion and his voice prominent with sadness.

''I will not leave you alone Lukey!'' And Luke actually snaps, he weakily pushes Calum, making the boy tremble backwards slightly. ''Leave!'' Luke yells, pointing at the door. Calum looks at Luke's eyes, burning with tears. His body, which is shaking from anger and his sobs.

''n-'

''Fucking leave Calum!'' Luke yells again, this time pushing Calum out of his bedroom. He keeps pushing with all his strenght, and Calum tries to reason Luke, tries to get him to understand that he will not leave.

''Leave Calum!'' The blue eyed boy yells again, and this time Calum snaps. ''Alright Luke!'' He yells back, before turning and opening the front door and walking out, slamming the door.

Luke sighs, violently wiping his eyes and falling onto his knees.

Calum called Luke Lukey. That was Luke's nickname which Michael invented.

Luke's eyes widen as he realizes he just did what Michael did those two years ago. He demanded Calum to leave while he knew that Calum wanted to stay. Luke gasps, him making inhuman noises, tears keep spilling from his eyes as he slowly stands up, shuffling to his balcony door.

It was enough.

Luke was done.

He opened the door, the cold air hitting him in the face while his body only shivers because of the pyjamas he was wearing. ''Michael..'' He mumbles trough his ugly sobs and his tears, walking towards the railing. He glances down once, and guesses the fall is long enough for him to die.

He pulls one leg up using most of his strenght, and clumsily climbs over the railing before he is stood on the last few centimeters of stone with the heels of his feet.

''I will see you soon, my love.''

and he lets go of the railing, letting his body make the drop, before it hits the ground and everything turns black in Luke's eye sight.

Boy of the age of twenty six commits suicide.

The boy let himself fall down a 20 feet tall building of off what is suspected his own balcony. The boy goes by the name of Luke Hemmings, a friend of him who doesn't want to be named told the police his name. He confirmed it was a suicide as well, leaving no investigation needed what so ever.

This took a really sad turn what the hell.

kittylrh helped me again, thanks love :)

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