a/n: the only reason I'm glad my heart is broken is the fact that I can write my own feelings and actions into my work. Keep that in mind when reading, or don't :)

twenty four

Thunder struck outside, making a loud noise. The rain rattled on the roof of Michael's apartment. He couldn't sleep.

With or without the rain.

It's been a month, and all he's done is work at his desk in his room before ruining his writing with salty tears.

His vision would flicker to his bed, and he'd be hypothetically pulled into the covers. Today was just one of those days.

Constantly having a lump in your throat should be a sign. You're not okay. Cursing himself for thinking like this, he squirmed around with his bottom lip quivering.

Calum Thomas Hood. The boy who he loved but wasn't loved back.

He sighed, careless tears rolling down his cheek as he stared up at the roof. Lighting struck once more, lighting up the room for a second.

Heart break isn't even the worst part. It's moving on. Moving on feels like it's tearing him apart and he's been failing at it endlessly.

Minutes, hours and days were wasted crying over this seventeen year old. This seventeen year old that meant the world to him.

Taking heavy breaths, he pulled his covers up to his nose and closed his eyes. He had to stop thinking about him. That's the only way he'll get some sleep.

calum: lightning scares me

Michael thought he was imagining things when he read the message the next morning. Calum was scared, and Michael didn't comfort him.

He didn't reply. He couldn't.

He'd get attatched again, he'd fall deeper in love. He's been working so hard to get over Calum.

Heart aching, he continued on with his boring daily routine.

"He read my message!" Calum panicked, shaking Ashton's shoulder, making him grumble.

"Now watch him not reply."

He didn't mean for it to sound as rude as it did. But Calum's throat immediately clenched as he gulped.

"W-What?"

Ashton blared with guilt, reaching his hand to Calum's shoulder. Calum jerked his shoulder away with a broken facial expression.

"Cal-"

"I can't believe you just said that."

Ashton took it as his time to leave, knowing Calum would ask him to anyway.

Calum trusted Michael would reply. He would. He pushed away his tears, falling backwards onto his bed.

Needless to say, he gave up waiting for a reply. Not after a few hours, not a few days. No.

He gave up after a few months.

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a/n: short and early update because this hit 20k reads! I'm so thankful for you all!

I suck at writing sad I'm sorry if this isn't even remotely sad to you :/

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