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"I don't know what you've been told..." Michael's voice is weak, his suit is all worn out from the shooting fight they just survived.
He is sitting in Trevor's car and he absolutely hates the guilt that is building in the pit of his stomach. As the sun goes under the horizon, the knot in Michael's stomach grows tighter and tighter and the fact that Trevor just won't say a word makes everything worse.
"I am not your enemy, Trev." he sighs, voice shaking because of the tears that well up in his eyes.
"Nor my friend." is the first thing he says and it hurts a lot more than Michael wants to admit.
They have been best friends for the longest time, however Michael knows 10 years is a long time. He hasn't seen Trevor in a literal decade, and the worst part is that Trevor thought that Michal is not alive, all this time.
"So don't reach out for me anymore." Trevor adds, turns and thrusts the knife a little deeper into Michael's heart.
Best friends. Or god knows what. Maybe even soulmates. Michael has never been the emotional type, except when it comes to Trevor. For Trevor, he would kill, die and the hardest part: live.
"Please don't say things like that." he hates how much his voice is shaking, how vulnerable he is while Trevor's voice is sharp and cold, cutting his skin open like an ice cold blade.
"I hope you know you can say anything, it won't affect me." Trevor speaks up with a monotone voice as they enter the city and leave the freeway.
Michael wants to say so many things, and he only has a little time before they get to his house.
"Look, I know these 10 years must have been really rough, and I am so fucking sorry for everything, Trev." his tears now fall freely and he would rather jump out of the car right now. "It didn't come out how I planned it to. I couldn't tell you I'm alive."
"See, you think we got problems, but baby, I don't even think about you." Trevor snorts and Michael suddenly feels anger rising in his bones, because why would out of all the things Trevor say that to him.
"You're just mad at everything I did, Trevor." he grunts angrily and punches the dashboard.
"You're obsessed, just let it go, Mikey." Trevor goes over the speed limit as he speaks with god knows what feelings veiled in his voice, and Michael hates that they will be at his house soon.
"I'm not that person you knew 10 years ago." Michael tries again, desperately this time, practically begging for Trevor to just look at him.
"Could you just...." Trevor trails off as he tries his best to not lose the battle with himself, and look at Michael. "Just leave me alone okay?" he keeps staring at his hands resting on the wheel now that he parks the car.
"Is there any chance that you will ever forgive me?" it's hopeless, Michael knows but he still tries because he loves Trevor. With every fibre of his being. Every day he went through physical pain, not being able to tell Trevor he is not dead. For a fucking decade.
Trevor just shakes his head slightly, not even saying a word and his muscles tense when he hears the car door open, signaling that Michael is about to get out.
"Mikey..." Trevor says and thanks to the open roof car, Michael hears him and turns around.
This is the first time Trevor looks at him, directly in his eyes and Michael gets his hopes up for a second, but then a sick, twisted smirk makes its way on Trevor's face.
Michael completely breaks, crumbles on the inside when he hears his voice, veiled with disgust and betrayal:
"You're dead to me."