you and Michael were best friends, but something very traumatic happened in his family and he wouldn’t stop sleeping over at your house. His brother died from the bite of 83 and he won’t stop saying on how it was his fault. You too were cuddled up on your couch while he cried and hugged you very tight. You tried your best to comfort him but his crying wouldn’t calm down.

“It’s all my fault…my fault…I’m so stupid…”

he whispered as he cried onto your chest.