lights [mgc]

epilogue

3 years later

new york city suits her, is the first thing michael thinks when he sees her again.

however, the first thing she thinks when she sees him out of the corner of her eye is pretty much just a blunt, fuck.

she holds her head up high and does not, does not, look at him. she looks good today, and she knows it. her lips are a vicious, no-nonsense red and her heels make her legs look long in her favorite pair of jeans.

she keeps walking.

michael almost lets her. almost.

"wait, goddamn it," he mutters then yells, "wait!"

she tells herself to keep walking but her legs stop anyways.

she still can't look him in the eye. but she stops, and that's enough for michael.

"of all the millions of people in new york...," he starts. "i can't believe i saw you."

"me either."

"let me finish."

that's when she looks up at him. her brown eyes are stone cold and her cheekbones could break hearts. she isn't seventeen anymore. her voice is trembling but firm, "why the fuck should i let you finish?"

"i can't believe i saw you. i can't believe i saw you because i've seen hundreds of flashing and burning lights in the past three years and none of them were you. none of them. and now you're here and i just can't believe it because you still stand out to me like you're a fucking star or something. i'm hooked on the color of your goddamn eyes, i wish i could shoot up the sound of your laugh. it's been three years and i can't forget about you, like what the fuck? you're driving me crazy-"

"michael."

"what?" his green eyes are watery.

she talks quietly, timidly. she sounds sixteen- like that first time in may- again. "i missed you."

"i missed you too." suddenly he's laughing, smiling, and hugging the girl with stars in her veins that got rid of all the black holes he drilled into himself.

she smells like honey and she gets lipstick on his shirt and on his cheek and on his neck. they stand in the same place on the sidewalk like it's holy ground. they hold each other like that for a long time.

after a while, they go back to his hotel and talk and kiss and fuck and talk some more and it's good.

two nights later, they go to the cafe they were standing in front with a plan to look at all the lights above them because you can't go stargazing in new york city.

the coffee is too complicated for them, together, and so they stop somewhere to get a shitty fast food iced coffee and they look at all the lights and talk, but they end up looking into each other's eyes more.

maybe that was the real plan.

maybe they weren't meant to be then. maybe they're meant to be now.

fin.