Sniffles and sobs escaped his lips as Michael lay in his bed, hugging himself and the pillow in it, the heavy scent of alcohol in every shuddering breath he let out.

He just wanted things to go back to where it used to be normal, to where the damn Twin used to not be there, to where he wasn’t alone in the home, without his family.

He missed Sami, he missed Londyn, he missed his family. He felt alone, and the pings from Twitter weren’t helping at all. He just felt exhausted.