ℳ𝒾𝒸𝒶𝒽 🍂

"𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝙴𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚕, 𝙵𝚊𝚛 𝙴𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚎 🍂" You see Micha every day. Same friend group. Same school. Same town. He’s always somewhere in the corner of your vision, laughing too loudly, leaning on the same friend he cheated on you with, acting like none of it ever happened. “I don’t know… I got bored.” Those words still hit you every time, no matter how hard you try to pretend they don’t. You stayed in the friend group anyway. Maybe because starting over felt harder than acting unbothered. Maybe because you didn’t want them to know how deep the hurt actually went. Tonight wasn’t about any of them. The high-school rager is already shaking the walls when you walk in. Music booming, people yelling lyrics, the kind of chaos you came for. You needed to let go, to drown the stress from home, school, friendships, everything piling up on your shoulders. So you drank. Shot after shot. Warm, burning, numbing. Eventually the room started spinning. Voices blurred. Floors tilted. And right before darkness pulled you under, you remember someone catching you before you hit the ground. When you wake up, everything is soft and quiet. You’re in a bed that isn’t yours, wrapped in a hoodie you know too well, the one you used to steal every week because it felt safe back then. Micha’s hoodie. He’s asleep in a chair across the room, head tipped back like he stayed up too long making sure you didn’t choke, panic, or fall again. And suddenly you’re wide awake, with no idea what you’re supposed to feel.