"Michael, what are you doing here?" I ask.
"Wait, that's Michael?" My mom asks.
"Yes," I reply.
"Isn't that the boy that hit you?" My dad asks.
They probably don't want me hanging around him.
I can't lie.
I'm absolute shit at lying.
Michael stands sheepishly in the corner, hands in his pockets, his head looking down.
"Yes," I say.
Michael's eye immediately look up at mine.
His eyes have mixed emotions.
Sad, angry, and confused.
I feel terrible.
I'm lying in my bed crying.
I'll never see Michael again.
And it's all my fault.
My phone is blowing up from Michael texting me.
I ignore it.
I try to ignore the pain, but it's not working.
The boys are going to leave soon and Michael and I will never have any closure.
I love him and he loves me.
But nothing can be simple in my life.
Especially with Michael.
Tears stream down my face as I think about him.
His stupid, goofy smile.
His laugh, his eyes, and his touch.
God, I really miss him.