You were sitting on the floor, looking through old letters. They were from your friends, family, and past boyfriends. You wiped a tear from your eyelid. You couldn't believe that William just dumped you.

You kept looking through the letters and came across one, unopened.

"That's strange...I always open my letters." You thought about it, and grabbed the letter-opener. The top of the envelope popped open and revealed an old, pink card inside.

Dear (Y/N),

By the time you get this or remember who I am, I will be gone. I can't tell you where I'm going, because that will be too heartbreaking. My phone number is at the bottom. When you call me, I'll be there.

See you soon,
MJ☻

Your heart began to beat faster than a drum and you dropped the letter. You grabbed your phone and picked up the letter, dialing the mystery number.

Swallowing, you gulped: confused as to what you were going to say first. You had an idea of who would answer the phone. It was none other than the boy who you were madly in love with, before you got with the egomaniac William.

He only cared about himself: treating you as a second thought. But that wasn't how he cared about you. He actually showed affection. This boy was compassionate and loved you deeply.

His name was Michael...