You walk around the apartment in search for him.

You then see rose pedals leading into your room.

Following them, you let out a small smile but that smile dropped as you opened your door.

You saw Micah dead on your bed.

Running over to him, you cry out.

Then noticing a note on him, reading 'Turn around' you do so.

You looked him up and down slowly, trying to come to the realization that he's right in front of you after a year of not.

he leaned against the door frame smirking.

you barely whisper.

He rose an eyebrow,

Looking back to Micah, you let tears roll down your cheeks.

You placed your hand on his chest, almost trying to feel for a heartbeat.

you could feel him stare at you.

he faked a hurt tone, still keeping a smirk on his face.

you turn around and yell.

He raised his eyebrows and pointed to the door,

you furrowed your eyebrows with your fists in balls.

he made clicking noises with his tongue while looking over to Micah.

you laugh out of anger,

He looks up in thought then looks back to you, he winced, making you curious as to why. he smirked at you.

He cut you off, he stopped himself and laughed,

Your hands started shaking,

He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket along with a lighter and lit the cigarette, he put the cigarette in his mouth, inhaling it before exhaling the smoke.

You watched the smoke fill the air before you slid down and sat on the floor,

Ignoring his remark you slid your hand under your bed while making sure he didn't notice,

He inhales deeply with a roll of his eyes,

You search under your bed more,

He throws the cigarette on the floor and puts it out by his foot, squishing it on the floor.

he smirks almost in accomplishment.

You finally grab what you need under the bed,

he folds his arms over his chest, he pauses.

you grip the thing tighter,

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion but before he could ask you pull the knife out from under the bed and throw it at him.

Having fast reflexes, he missed it in time.

Your heart stopped as you saw him stand back up and look at you fucked up.

pulling the knife from behind himself, he runs over to you, ready to stab you in the chest.

Instead of moving, you sit there ready. Not flinching at all.

The knife centimetres away from you, he comes to a stop.

You're startled when you hear the knife drop, finally building the courage to look up at him.

He stares you dead in the eyes before reaching down and pulling something out of his pocket.

You look down to what he was holding out for you to take and that's when your heart starts racing,

you couldn't believe what you were seeing.

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