lost boy//m.c. au

warning// themes of self harm/injury


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he takes another long drag of his cigarette, slipping deeper into induced relaxation. his bright green eyes sweep over his surroundings. the alley he is currently sitting in smells of old garbage and people who have not seen or touched soap in several days. he sighs. I mean, it's not his fault he ended up in this situation. he's just a lost boy.

a/n: hi guys, I'm chloe. this is a sad/depressed michael story, so if it's triggering or whatever, don't read it. if anyone actually reads this story, I'll be updating in a day or two:)

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