Hello

Today I'm bringing you a short fic that I composed from the beginning of last year.

It's a fanfic of group 5.

Seconds of Summer

Right, a couple?

Muke (Luke Hemmings+ Michael Clifford)

yes

It's a fic inspired by a song.

I Heard Goodbye

of

Dan+Shay

Which is very good. If you don't have anything to do with it, I'd like you to listen to this song while reading, it'll be really awesome.

This is Reiter's first time writing a fic for this group.

Anyway, I apologize in advance. If everyone who comes to read this thinks that the character is out of character.

Or if you read it and didn't enjoy it because the language wasn't to your liking, I really apologize again.

In this story, we give the look of a cat. And little Michael is okay.

This story is clear and clear. It's generally rated. It's also short. It's good to read quickly and finish quickly, don't you think? 55555555

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Thank you for coming to read:

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I opened my eyes in bed on Monday morning. The weight pressed down on his right upper arm made the tips of his five fingers numb to the point of no feeling. I raised my free hand and gently rubbed my face before turning over so that I was lying on my side. The face of the owner of the weight who was asleep next to me was pressed against my chest.

The swollen and bruised marks around the other's eyes were a clear indication of the intense crying they'd had just a few hours ago, but I chose to ignore it. I moved my face to rest in Michael's messy, cotton candy-colored hair before trying to insert my lips through the thin strands of hair to touch the smaller man's forehead.

"It's morning. It's time to wake up," I whispered softly. I only hope that this few sentences can penetrate into this person's dreams.

But the soft snoring sound that came out along with the heavy breathing still hadn't disappeared. I let out a soft, tired breath before shaking the other person slightly to make him feel better. The swollen eyelids fluttered open slightly before being followed by a fussing sound.

"What? Did you say you have morning class today?" I complained before slowly pulling my arm away from the other person's head and pushing myself up to sit up. "Get up now, or you'll be late."

“I know,” he mumbled before wrapping himself in a white duvet and turning over to sleep again.

“Oh, hey,” I raised my eyebrows, trying to keep my voice from getting annoyed.

The sound of laughter that came from under the white duvet made me forget my irritation and laugh as I threw myself onto the white duvet that was wrapped around the other person. Before I tried to pry him out of the shower

The sunlight that came in through the shutters above the bed shone on us like a spotlight. The smiles and laughter that appeared under the duvet made my heart jump with happiness.

Try to instruct yourself to capture as much happiness from this moment as you can.

I could only hope in my heart that it could stay like this forever.

Michael had been out studying for a while. As for me, I don't have class today, so I'm still sleeping in my clothes at home like this, and it will probably be like this all day.

The silence that lately had often greeted me began to come back and haunt me like a daily creditor again. I reluctantly closed my eyes and went to sleep even though it was only seven in the morning. I used both hands to push myself up to my feet before resisting laziness and walking to the kitchen to find something to put in my stomach.

A short distance of less than three meters from the bed to the kitchen, various items that should not be here were scattered along the way. The stuffing from an old pillow that had split from being violently thrown was strewn across the floor of the room. I sighed, reminding myself to remember to clean it up later— Before Michael returned from university

Or maybe it might be better not to clean up at all.

I shook my head to get rid of that thought. Everyone wants to come home to a clean home.

Therefore, if this house is clean Michael must want to come back.

At least I think so.

I walked and stopped in front of the refrigerator door. Reached out and opened it. A bright orange light flashed through the wide opening. The food that had been prepared since noon yesterday was still in the same condition -- not depleted. There was not even a trace of being eaten.

I took out those nice clear plastic plates and peeled off the plastic sheets. He walked over and plugged in the microwave that was on the counter next to the refrigerator and started heating up food. While waiting, I stood and thought of a menu for today's evening meal. I pulled out the cell phone on the dining room table that had never been turned off before dialing the last number.

I held the line for a long time. Before the sweet voice that I was familiar with came to replace the phone signal.

[ Luke? ]

I smile at the phone "I'm going to call and ask if you want to eat anything special this evening."

[ Um... Can I have salmon steak? ] He muttered, his voice hesitant.

I was quiet for a while. Before speaking, he was a little confused. "Can't you just eat something else instead? Why don't you?"

[I want to eat.] A smug voice answered. I could imagine what kind of face he was making.

“Don't be selfish,” I scolded.

[But if I can't do it, I can go out to eat.]

“No problem,” I replied almost immediately. “I can do it, it's very comfortable.”

[Okay, thank you.] He replied sweetly, like a little girl who finally got the doll she wanted after begging her parents for a long time.

“Oh, that's it. Just study hard,” I said, laughing softly before hanging up the phone.

I continued to smile and stared at the phone screen for a while before the microwave beeped. I was startled before I put the phone in my hand back down on the dining table as usual and walked over to open the microwave lid even though I was thinking about it in my head right now. But the matter that will make Michael Clifford smiled again.

Something that would make those green eyes look back at me like they used to.

Phlaeng!

'Stop it, Luke!' A scream sounded as the shards of glass pressed into his wrist slowly began to cut deeper.

'Why are you doing this?' A low hoarse voice replied. The question was uttered in a voice that sounded many times more painful than the wound on his wrist.

'That's enough!'

'Michael, don't you understand?' A low hoarse voice pierced deep into the other party's heart. The blue eyes that stared back were filled with many wounds coming from within.

'Luke... Please.' The tears that had been welling up in the beginning began to slowly flow down his clear cheeks.

'If I stop, will you leave me again?'

'Luke...' A young man with a beautiful face sobbed. Both knees almost collapsed and sat on the floor.

'Stop crying and answer, Michael.'

The sound of sobbing echoed throughout the room. It was as if there were only the two of them in this world.

'Will you leave me?'

I just hope the other person knows that it's not a question.

But it's a request.

'...no'

'I will not leave you'

I woke up on the sofa. I moaned because my back hurt from sitting with my back stiffly trying to figure out how to cook steak for the man I loved.

The laptop that had been turned on had turned off. I reached out and folded the lid down. Before glancing up, he looked at the clock hanging on the opposite wall.

Forty-seven minutes past midnight

I pushed myself up and sat up. The smell of salmon steak that had been left out in the cold wafted into my nostrils. I raised my hand to rub my eyelid before gently massaging it.

Michael refused to come back for dinner again.

I grabbed the phone and dialed Michael for the hundredth time after the first call at 6:00 a.m. and fell asleep on the phone at 9:00 p.m.

The telephone signal rings in a steady rhythm. It rang at the same speed as any other call. But right now, I feel like each time it rings, it takes up to two minutes.

And it was the same as usual. Michael doesn't answer the phone.

It's like last night.

And it's like last night.

I squeezed the phone tightly in my hand before throwing it towards the wall across from me. Watch as it crashes before it explodes into pieces.

The sound of cars passing by through the large windows next to the road told me to pull aside the white curtains and look out to see Michael and the man kissing.

You don't have to look, I can tell.

The sound of the door opening that he probably tried to make as soft as possible slammed into my ears. I turned around to face Michael, who was looking back at me with wide awake green eyes.

“You thought I was asleep?” I asked, surprised that my voice came out smoother than I thought.

“...Luke,” he was silent, his green eyes looking at me guiltily.

As it often happens these days.

A look of pity in my eyes that I never wanted

“Was the salmon steak you ate with him delicious?”

Those green eyes looked away. Refusing to look at me directly But I think he made the mistake of looking right at the dining table. Which made him bite his lip even harder when he saw what I had done for him.

But then why? He didn't feel my effort anyway.

I walked over and took out the plastic wrap I kept in the cupboard before wrapping up the steak plates and putting them in the refrigerator. I was surprised to see that the tape had almost no plastic left on it.

I stayed silent, waiting for him to say sorry.

“Sorry,” a sweet voice said softly. Filled with guilt as it always has been.

“What are you apologizing for?” I asked, even though inside I could think of countless answers.

I'm sorry I didn't come back to eat the steak I made for you.

I'm sorry I went out to eat with another man.

I'm sorry for pretending that he loves me.

I'm sorry he doesn't love me anymore.

But he was quiet. I was silent. We didn't say anything. We didn't yell at each other. We didn't throw things at each other like we used to.

“Michael,” I gulped, closing my eyes to accept the answer that would follow. “Do you still love me?”

He hiccuped, as if something was stuck in his throat. Green eyes turned to stare at me again. He didn't answer anything back.

But the tears that rose up in his eyes answered every question I had ever asked.

I reached my arms out all the way. Grabbed his body and hugged him tightly. Trying to keep his own sobs from coming out. Press your lips to his forehead. Tell him it's okay.

Just like I tell myself every time before I lay down.

“Everything will be alright, right?” I whispered, my heart clenching as I felt him gently shake his head in my arms.

I used to think that if I tried harder, He will come back to me again.

If I try harder Maybe I can change his mind.

"excuse me"

"excuse me"

“Luke...”

"excuse me"

"...vigorous"

It's probably time for me to release him.

I pulled away slowly. Look at the person in front of you. Someone I don't think I could live without. The person who made me think that I would never be able to love anyone as much as he did.

But he'd be better off without me.

he is crying The edges of his eyes were red and swollen with tears.

“Is it okay to be apart for a while?” I whispered softly.

He didn't answer anything back.

And I don't think I'll say anything more.

Maybe it's because I know the true meaning of that question.

I smiled before reaching out to stroke the smaller man's hair.

We both knew I would never see him again.

The meaning of what I said

is the word goodbye