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How did he end up here? For the past two years, that's what Michael has been trying to figure out. Looking in the mirror, he can't recognize himself. He honestly doesn't think anyone would. Not with that new wiry frame that used to be plump, or this purple face, the off- white color underneath barely visible in the sea of bruises.
Michael knows that something is't right, but he's not exactly sure what. Maybe his doubts were always there, from the very start of his relationship, or maybe it only began when his boyfriend began to hit beat him. Michael knows it's his fault. He's the on that's been forgetting to check on dinner lately, not Luke. He's the one that dropped that sock on the landing, not Luke.
But he's also the one who sits around at home while Luke goes out drinking with his friends. Once upon a time, he used to take Michael with him.
Michael has been outside twelve times in the past four months, and six of those times, he had to sneak out.
When he goes out, he mostly goes to a coffee shop about 5 minutes away from the flat he shares with Luke.
It's a nice cozy place with furniture and a nice barista.
His name is Calum.