Michael Myers

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Angst, Scuicid, Cutting, Loss

It took Michael a while to process what had happened, but once he did, he couldn't stop himself from breaking down. He was hit with an overload of emotions that he didn't know how to handle. He has never felt so..defeated.

Holes were scattered throughout the house that he helped you rebuild.

"C'mon Michael! Y'know I can't reach up that high" She whined. I rolled my eyes and took the paint roller from her. She gave me a playful smile and continued painting the bottom of the wall. I couldn't help but grin at her actions. This would be our room..our room. I finally get to share a bed with someone I call my own. The love of my life.

Tears seemed to form in Michaels eyes as memories of you flashed throughout his mind. You were always so happy.
He was killing more and spending less time with you. It upset you, he knew it did, so why didn't he stop? Maybe if he would of stopped then he would of seen the signs around the house.

"What has been going on with you Michael? You've been gone a lot more lately- sometimes your gone for days at a time!" She yelled at me. I just stood there. Silent. What could I answer her with?
I don't even know why I've been so distant lately..

Michael stomped into the kitchen and rummaged through the drawers. He found his knife, the one you got for him so long ago..

"Merry Christmas!" She beamed up at me. She walked over to me and handed me a poorly wrapped box. I had just gotten back from shoveling the drive way for her to have an easy path to follow in the morning. I still don't understand why they were making her head into work on Christmas morning. Besides the point, I grab the box from her and start to unwrap it. I open the box but I tilt my head in confusion for a moment. A knife? I have plenty of other knives. I look up to her for a answer. She laughs and points to the handle of the knife. Our initials were embedded in the handle.
"I did it myself! I saw you eyeing a knife kind of like this in that one store we passed on our walk to the carnival and thought it was the perfect gift-" She nervously laughed and looked back up to me for approval. I didn't know what to say. No one besides my own mother had ever done something so kind for me before. I pull her into a hug and hold her close. She hugs me back tightly. I appreciated this gift, now I've just got to hope she likes the gift I got her.

Michael held the sharp display of affection close to his chest. The medal making a sort of clink noise when coming in contact with Michael's hand.

It was a special day, her special day. We celebrated her birthday in multiple different ways today. Breakfast at her favorite diner, a stroll through the park, a small picnic for lunch, going to a nearby aquarium, coming back home for a nice dinner, and now, just relaxing on the couch. She was straddling me while putting her head on my chest. I pet her hair softly while she thanked me for the day.
"I've got one more present for you" I said. She looked up at me and laughed. God her laugh was intoxicating, everything about her was.
"Mikey you shouldn't of done so much for me, I don't need all of this" I cut her off with a swift kiss before standing up and placing her down.
"Just let me spoil you" I say while reaching into my back pocket. She giggles and shrugs her shoulders in an accepting matter. I got on one knee and pulled out a box. Her eyes went wide and her breathe was caught in her throat. I open the box and she puts her hands over her mouth.
"Y/n, I love you so damn much. I know this isn't an actual engagement ring but I didn't just want to steal a ring from a random victim, I want it to be special. I want you to take this as a promise that the next time I get on my knee it will be with a actual ring" She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into a kiss. I didn't hesitate to kiss back. I stood up and pulled her with me. Once she finally left my lips for breathe of her own I chuckled.
"So?" I asked.
"I don't need a fancy ring to let everyone know that I'm yours. But I'll be looking forward to that promise" She smiled.
"Im looking forward to fulfilling that promise"

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