to say this was the worst day of michael’s life would definitely be a dramatic exaggeration, but michael was dramatic, so it surely felt that way. he’d been avoiding his boyfriend all day, and he’d called ollie because he desperately needed to vent. he was the only person he could talk to. he was sat up on his bed, trying to figure out how to say aloud the things he’d only ever spoken to his therapist in confidence. “d’you remember damien? mcwilliams?” he says finally. “he’s in town now and i’m- okay, i’m gonna tell you something, and i know it’s really fucking stupid so i don’t need you to tell me that, but, well. i, uh, when we were together... i used to be in love with him. pretty bad, actually. i know you may be really shocked to hear this now all of a sudden but i could really use a friend.”
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