A/N: This one shot was written by another one of my good friends ChaoticKazooer! I love it so much, and for those not familiar with this ship it's Michael x Connor. All I can say is, t a l e n t

  Michael never really expected to have a friend like Connor.

  Connor was sharp, a little rough around the edges. He was smoke and chipped black nail polish, like a car crash, tragic, but captivating, pulling you in and making it impossible to look away. 

  Michael was soft, warm. He was music blasting on the radio and cheeky smiles, inside jokes and laughter so intense it left your stomach aching. He was the sun, while Connor was his moon.

  Together, they were deep talks at 1 am, pinkie promises made when they were too high to think straight. Subtle looks that turned to hands brushing, and then lips together, the rush of firsts; first kisses, first touches, first times. They were day and night, loud and quiet, up and down, and nothing had felt more right until they met.

  Then their love went from rainbows to rain checks, romance to razor blades, empty promises, false hope, insisting that "I'm fine," and insisting I'm going to get better, I promise, please, just give me another chance. I can't live without you.

  And after Connor's final breath, life was therapists, pitying looks, pills lined up neatly. Smiles that never quite reached his eyes, missing him missing him missing him. He missed him so goddamn much, it made him seriously contemplate joining the boy who'd stolen his heart and taken it with him to heaven.

  And the boy who was music blasting on the radio, cheeky smiles, inside jokes and laughter so intense it left your stomach aching... was just the sun who's light was a little less bright now without his moon.