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A/N: Thanx to Dreamerlaure for betar'ing
6 Months, 8 Days, 12 Hours
They were gone. You are gone.
It's been six months, eight days, twelve hours since you've been gone and the pain is still there. I still crave you, and I wonder how you are. I dream of you at night and think of you all the time.
Are you okay?
The hardest part is not knowing. I'll never know if you made it home, the home you craved and searched for your whole life. The home you belonged in. The home you were supposed to have and love. The home that wasn't with me.
Are you happy?
Have you found the family you always dreamed of? Are there people who love you and make you feel special? Do you have a better life?
Have you found someone else, Michael? An alien, like you? Does she love you the way I do, or does she love you better, stronger, and more? Does she make you laugh? Does she offer you things I never could or didn't know how to give? Do you love her Michael, or do you push her away the same way you pushed me?
Do you think about me? In the middle of the night when you're awake do you call out for me? Do you reminisce about us?
I can still feel your kiss. I should be over you, Michael, I know, but it's crazy. I can't believe I'm acting like this; god, I used to be Teflon. All I know is I miss you.
Why can't I get you out of my mind though? Is it some kind of Alien thing that stops me from moving on or am I still holding on without realizing it?
It's been six months, eight days, twelve hours since you went away, and I'm still here, alone.
The end.
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