#oftragedies

                        michael always did his best to keep his sadness hidden, especially in front of his best friend. but sometimes - just sometimes - he let his cheery demeanor slip.

“ all that i want is to wake up fine, ” he admitted quietly. his legs were pulled close to his chest as he struggled to fight back tears. he hated letting jeremy see him like this, but who else was he supposed to talk to about these things ?

“ tell me that i’m alright and i ain’t gonna die ”

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        his world was crumbling beneath him, the love of his life had fallen for his brother. another woman choosing damon, it was always damon and he got it. because even he  LOVED  damon more than he loved anyone else. maybe only by the exception of elena gilbert---- the first and last woman to  SWEEP  him off his feet unexpectedly. love was a weird thing; but he loved it, most of all because it brought elena into his life-------- and now she wanted to leave him alone again. maybe it was for the best, maybe he  DESERVED  the loneliness, as a sort of karma from his time as a  RIPPER. but he would always love her. no matter who she wanted to be with.                                                      “ -------- be safe. “

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  " come on, wake up. you have exactly 20 minutes       to go shower and then head to your first class. “

the failed atempts  to get the brunette’s attention making him let out a defeated sigh.  looking around the library to be sure that  no one was around,  he continued  to talk,  but  this time bringing the paper bag that he was holding closer to her face.

     “ i brought you coffee, and even that weird              ‘rise and shine’ muffin that you like. “

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