Seeing Michael's face again for the first time in seven years, it took the air from your lungs.

"I don't have very long," Michael whispers, his face bloody and bruised. "but I had to see your face."

You almost don't answer the unknown FaceTime request, but now that you see it's him you're thankful you did.

"I need you to know that there are answers to all of this, and you will get them from me one day. I promise you."

"But I needed to see you and have you know, in case I die, that I love you. I never stopped loving you."

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