thirty two

Two months never seemed like much. Always around sixty days, that's not a lot. Life is the longest thing we will ever have, we can all bare sixty days.

But, Luke has been underground for sixty days. Luke may be physically dead, yet Michael feels like he is, too.

Such a frail boy held Michael up. It wasn't a long time. Michael can still remember seeing him for the first time. His blue eyes were tired, the skin sunken in. The fluorescent lights flickering above his head did no good, Mike knew he was beautiful, even in awful lighting.

Luke was so much more than just beautiful, he was something a writer cannot put into words. He was more than an early morning sunrise, much more than a sunset. He was more than a lonely bird singing a symphony. He was more than two people unable to have kids finding out they're pregnant. Those were the beauties in life, and Luke was so much more.

Michael is ashamed, though.

He's ashamed because Luke's artwork is hanging in the walls of his gallery, but Luke's name is not on the bottom. Luke's name was painted over, his beautiful name given to him almost three decades ago was taken off, replaced with Michael's.

He was shaking with fear, he was shaking with anger. He was upset with himself, he didn't understand when he became such a monster. This isn't plagiarism, this is vandalism.

Michael sits in the bathroom of his own gallery, the door locked. He can't handle it. He missed Luke so dearly, he became Luke.

(a/n) i'm gonna be away for a bit. the earliest update will probably be sunday, maybe monday. i'm sorry :( i'll try to update if i find time.