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The beginning of their relationship was amazing, beautiful even. Michael loved Luke and vice versa. All Michael can think about was the happy moments they shared, they have been together for three years. Each year Michael falls deeper and he thought Luke did as well. But the past months have pushed Michael into questioning that. He knew Luke has had bad relationships in the past but he thought he helped him through them. Luke was 14 when the first shitty boy rolled around.
From what Michael knows the douche bag ruined Luke, making him emotionally scarred and detached. When Luke was 16 the second one came, he was sweet and kind at first. Luke had just freshly gotten out of his old relationship and Michael was happy that he found someone good. But as luck seems to go it just wasn't right. To everyone's face they were so bright and happy but one day Michael went to surprise Luke on his birthday, he walked in to see that Luke was in his knees begging the piece of shit not to leave and for the other boy the hit him and say that Luke was a 'fat ugly piece of trash that nobody would love.'
Michael stepped in and to say that the pig wasn't able to walk was an understatement. Luke cried and screamed for the boy to come back while Michael held him through his cries. It took two years to make Luke believe that he deserved love and that he wasn't any of the words the boy said. Luke still was distant, not really emotionally connecting with anyone not even his parents. Jack and Ben tried to be there for the boy, making sure that Luke knew he was loved by his family and keeping there teasing to none.
Luke got better slowly and by the time he was 19 Luke was his normal weight, he was smiling, he was back to his old self. Well almost, and as he got better his and Michael's relationship grew into one more romantic, in fact Luke made the first move. Michael already knew he was in love with the boy from when he was 13. He was ecstatic when Luke returned his feelings. The first year of dating was hard but they progressed through it. It was easier then most because Michael already knew Luke's triggers and his habits.
Luke had his old sparkle in his eyes that had dimmed. Michael felt proud that his boy was doing so well. But as another year went on Luke lost that sparkle again. It only returning sometimes, each time Michael would ask about it Luke would storm off, yelling through the whole apartment leaving Michael heartbroken behind. And today was no different. Today was their anniversary, but it seemed Luke didn't realize that. Michael made Luke breakfast and called into work so they could have a lazy day until dinner time where they would go for fancy dinner.
There Michael would pop the famous question. But when Michael brought him his breakfast Luke just pushed it away, saying it looked gross and he just wanted to sleep. Michael just sighed and took the food away, the film that covered his eyes for a long ass time was finally wearing thin. Did Luke truly love him anymore? Michael shook the question away, he decided to still go through with his plan. Michael was eating at the kitchen alone which seemed to happen more often.
Luke came in fully clothed and Michael asked where he was going. 'God Michael, do you always have to be on my ass? You know what? I'm going out, goodbye.' Luke stormed out of the room Michael following. Michael grabbed his wrist 'Luke, god, where are you going?! What's going on with you?! Do you even know what today is?' Luke shook his head trying to rip out of his hold. 'Michael let me the fuck go, I don't get why you're so clingy right now.' And with that he stormed out, leaving Michael heartbroken in his wake.
Michael spent their anniversary alone and crying. But by the time the dinner reservations rolled around he decide he had to do something, he had to confront Luke. Michael couldn't take it anymore, Michael would never leave Luke but that doesn't mean Luke wouldn't leave him. And by the time he had everything he wanted to talk to Luke about the blonde boy was home. Michael knew he still had dried tears on his face but he didn't give a shit. Luke walked right past him to the kitchen.
"How was your night? Cos' mine wasn't too great." Michael wanted to get this over with.
"It was fine, why? Can't you handle a day alone?"
"You see I would but today happened to be a special day."
"Well that's unfortunate." Luke eyes held no emotion, Michael's heart broke.
"You don't even understand do you? Luke look at me and tell me, do you even still love me?" Luke avoided his eyes. "Wow, so this is how it's going to go down huh? Each day I fall deeper and deeper in love with you while you fall out?" Still more silence.
"What do you mean Michael, I'm still me I still love you." But Luke's eyes betrayed him, glued to the floor and blank.
"Really? Then look at me. Look at me in the eye, is anyone there at all? Your always running away when I try to talk to you. You don't talk to me you don't smile. Is anyone there at all? Look at me Luke and tell me you are!" By now Michael's eyes were burning with how much he was crying.
"I-Mikey-I I love you. Babe don't do this, let's just start over please, you know me." Luke tone was soft then it turned harsh his mood switching, "You know what! Just fucking leave! Leave like everyone else, I don't need you! Just go."
"I'm not leaving, no no I'm not leaving Luke I'm staying here until you tell me everything."
"There's nothing to tell, and if you don't leave I will." Michael didn't want it to come to this, he loved this boy so much.
"Luke you say you wanna start again but your always running away, always calling a quits when things get to hard. Just look at me in the eye and tell me you still love me."
"I-I'm sorry but I can't, I love you but I can't." Michael knew that this was the end.
"Well then I want you to take this ring, and my heart. Happy 3 years babe." Michael set the black velvet box on the table in front of Luke. He turned to go to their room with tears pouring down his face. He heard Luke's sobs and he knew that this time, Luke had to pick up the pieces himself if this is what he truly wanted. Michael's hope diminished when he heard the door to the apartment slam shut. Well, this was Luke's great escape. And Michael was the one left torn and broken this time. Michael didn't leave, Luke did, and god Michael hoped it wouldn't be tragic but like all good things, it comes to an end.