Hayden Davis.
Coming out of the barbershop, looking sharp as ever, I thought of walking past where Michael was living now, hoping to accidentally run to him or at least Casey to invite me in.
I might sound a bit stalkerish, obsessive, or whatever you might wish to call it, but after going through that pain for two years, you’d better believe that I wasn’t planning on spending a day without seeing him.
The little interaction we had yesterday filled me with hope.
I walked down the street, my phone went off, disturbing my daydream about meeting Michael. I glared at the phone, feeling my face softening when it was Jonathan. After rejecting his calls multiple times, slightly blaming him when I thought I lost Michael, it felt really awkward to talk to him again.
“Hi,” he said, sounding a b
