Luke always knew to remind himself that everything fades back to grey. Whenever anything was happening to him (especially if it were to his benefit), there was a nagging voice at the back of his mind which constantly told him that it would end at some point. He knew that he could never be too pessimistic and he always liked to remember that every story has an end - even the best stories come to a close and there is nothing you can do about it but ponder on the what if's. You can re-read the story and highlight the text to keep it fresh in your mind, but that doesn't abolish the fact that it is over. No matter how many times you flick through the pages and let the scribbles on a page turn into words in your head, you will always turn to the back cover and see that nothing has changed. You cannot change the past and you cannot add to already dead stories, and Luke accepted this in his head. He expected every disastrous ending and he considered every complication before things even had a chance to unfold. He was okay with that and he was okay with the fact that everything good and bright and vibrant that occurred in his life somehow …show more content…
The hickeys!" Luke exclaimed in a whisper-yell, fighting back a laugh. When Michael remembered the love bites on his neck from the night before (well, technically that morning, but let's not get too into the technicalities of things), his hands darted to cover them. He grumbled at the smug-looking Luke, who had already forgotten his thoughts on his own existential meaning from minutes before. Using his phone's camera as a mirror, Michael observed the purple marks and sighed. They contrasted harshly against his pale skin and he had no makeup to cover them up. He was usually the one in a couple to leave hickeys and he rarely let anyone give him any, so he had no idea how to deal with the situation. Still recovering from his silent fit of laughter, Luke struggled out of his plain black hoodie and handed it to