Unspoken Love (MICHAEL X READER) 18+

15- A risk at the game

In the back of your mind, you knew that holding onto your love for Michael was sick. The both of you cared for each other in different ways that both clash, there's no proper word for it but the ill feeling of hearing the cries of fear of the people who were once alive.

Michaels's actions will never be justified.

You hear the timer from the oven, the sweet smell filling Michaels's nostrils leading him to the kitchen. You sighed in relief that he got distracted from the thought of killing. The funny thing is that you can't tell what Michael thinks of you, he makes you feel like the world is included only about you but the image of him killing out of anger with no remorse. The families who lost important loved ones or parents who had kids. It was an endless guilt trip with Michael- yet did you have a choice whether he can stay or not? it was never up to you. You had no control over the situation of the monster who lurks in your house, eating the cookies you two baked with each other out of sweet-loving nostalgia.

"Michael," you spoke out giving him a serious look as you stepped closer to him. He turned to you slowly while chewing on a cookie.

"What's your goal here- I mean as in like between you and me," you whispered with slight hesitation to your words. You look up at him with desperate eyes for an answer. 

Minutes go by-he just looks at you until he cupped your cheek with his hand, sending shivers down your neck from how cold his hands were. He tilted his head slowly from how your injuries are healing, honestly, Michael had no goal. All he really wanted was to spread dread against the people in Haddonfield with you by his side. But he wasn't sure that plan would even happen due to how empathetic you are which he always hated. 

"I can't handle all of this even if it meant losing you..." you said while holding his hand to your cheek, your lip quivering with fear from his slow reaction.

"I will never understand how a person could take away the lives of people and then treat me as if I am above all of them." your words marked his mind with denial and anger, and his fist tightened.

Obviously, he knew that, though he is stuck on the memory of the overexcited jittery kid he met back then. He still was desperate to fill that empty space in his heart with the person who gave him a devotion to staying with. It was more than just a bond for him, it was a one-time thing that Michael would probably never experience again with another person. He didn't care about anyone else including himself. He didn't care about the suffering he caused to other people, if anything he only spared the innocent (children). 

He took your hand and traced the faded scar with his index finger, you looked down at it with sorrow. 

"I was a kid, I looked at you as my best friend and a person who I would have forever fun with. I was immature and I didn't know a promise would make it this far Michael. You became a person I never thought you would be back then, in fact, Im struggling to accept that you've grown into the habit of ruining people's lives." you raised up your voice, your eyes watered at the thought of it.

When will you realize? that it's more than just friendship for him, it's way more than anything you would've ever expected. The times when he indulged himself in the sweet thought of you at late night, the rage he connects with when he sees someone talking to you. The idea of you being his one and only person that nobody can compete with. He fucking digs that, he waited so long- he thought every day and night in that cold cell hoping to at least see your smile again.

The shape did have feelings but it was only occupied for you.