He turned to stare down at his latte, wiping hard at his cheeks as the tears started to fall. He didn't push away the pain. It was his and he would own it. He wouldn't bury it again.

Realm swayed and put his hand over his heart, watching after her. A sharp pain from knowing that you want something you don't deserve. That you can never have again.

But when it comes to Michael Realm, I might be a little murderous. But just a little." He pinches his fingers together.

After all, suicide is contagious.

I'm out, surrounded in dark. But in the distance there is a small glow, a tiny light. Suddenly I'm standing alone, the space starting to brighten as the light grows.

His angry expression softens, and then he shoves my shoulder playfully.
"Hey!" I push him back, to which he retaliates until I'm finally smiling.
I love how we can do that--break through the misery to always find each other.