Cliché (MUKE)

Let me be yours again for tonight?

"You're wearing the necklace." Michael states, seeing the key around my neck.

"Yes." I reply shortly, I didn't know what to say or do, Michael was talking to me after 3 whole weeks of nothing but commands and yelling.

"I guess this is goodbye." Michael whispers, he looks at me in a way I can't quite decipher.

"I guess so." I mumble back.

"Could you stay until I finish this report?" Michael asks me.

"I'm not sure I should." I reply, shuffling my foot on the floor.

"Just stay." Michael then says, rolling his eyes. I huff and walk back to my seat, watching Michael finish his report. Michael then prints it and puts the files away to hand to my dad tomorrow.

"I'll walk you out." Michael whispers, he opens the door for me and nods at me so I walk out. I can feel his eyes on me but I ignore it.

"You look like shit by the way." I tell him when we step in the elevator.

"So do you." He replies, I guess I did.

"I know, I've not really been bothered about looking good for anybody anymore." I reply.

"Neither have I." Michael whispers with a shrug.

"How have you been?" I asked him.

"How do you think I've been Luke." He replies harshly.

"Better than I have been for as far as I can see." I mutter back, we get to outside the building and Michael locks it.

"You need a ride home?" Michael offers.

"No thank you, I'd rather walk." I tell him, feeling a bit angry myself.

"Luke please." Michael begs, I reluctantly follow him to his car and when I get in I noticed him staring at me.

"I can't believe this is the last time I'll see your face." Michael whispers, he takes his time staring at me. Like he was trying to remember every detail of my face.

"You'll probably see me around." I tell him with a scoff.

"I hardly ever leave my house anymore. I order my shopping online so I don't have to leave." Michael admits to me.

"Well why do you care about not seeing me anymore? Not like you've been looking at me the past 3 weeks." I tell him, now getting a bit angry.

"Damn it Luke I stare at your reflection in the glass constantly!" Michael snaps, smacking his steering wheel.

"Fuck, I'm sorry for yelling." Michael mutters, he then starts the car.

"I don't want this to be the end Michael." I tell him.

"Neither do I." Michael admits, I can hear the sorrow in his voice.

"Take me to your place, even if it's just for tonight. Let me be yours again for tonight?" I ask him, he glances over at me and nods.

We drive up to his place and walk inside, not quite sure what was going to happen but as I walked up to his bedroom I felt the tension.

We got to his room, I smiled at the queen sized bed and the big wardrobe with the full length mirror. Michael looks around awkwardly and shrugs of his blazer.

I shyly got undressed and lay down in his bed, he did the same and came to lay next to me. We faced each other and just took in the beauty of one another, he smiled slightly when I moved a bit closer.

"Can I hold you?" He asks me softly, his voice almost cracking as he asks. I nod and so his strong arms wrapped around my waist and pull me against his chest. I looked up at him and he smiled weakly, rubbing circles with his fingers on my lower back. I leant up and pressed my lips against his, slowly and softly his lips started to move against mine. This kiss wasn't what I expected it to be, I thought we'd both be needy and wanting more. I felt sparks alight and tingles run from my lips over my face and down the rest of my body, there was no more tension but just love. There was no tongue involved and my hands stayed placed on his chest and not up in his hair. He didn't spank me like he usually would nor did he nibble on my bottom lip. The kiss we shared was intense and full of love, no need for more but just the need to feel each others lips. No want for it to go further just the want for each other. It was the most romantic, loving and unique kiss we'd ever shared and as we both pulled away and his head rested against mine I knew for a fact I wasn't over him and he wasn't over me. But all this was, was me being his for the night and when he wakes up the next morning to go to work he'll find me already gone.

We didn't do anything more after that kiss, we simply laid in each others arms, enjoying being with one another for our last night before I disappear out of his life and he moves on while I linger back and dream of used to be's and my once upon a lifetime.

They say fairy tales always have a happy ending, I guess Michael and I weren't a fairy tale, I wasn't his Prince Charming and he wasn't my Cinderella. We were more like a horror story because nothing is more scary than falling in love, and nothing screams pain more than letting go of the one you love because he's better off without you. Our story wasn't happy it was the quiet before the storm, it was the gasp before the scream, it was the scary background noise before the evil emerges. Michael and I weren't meant to be together, we were just meant to entertain one another for a while. I wasn't ok with this but I couldn't just leave our book open and stuck on a page where we were happy, stuck on a page of pink fog and bliss and stars in our eyes. I had to close it and push our book deep under my bed where maybe in the future I'd look back at it and see just how this has shaped my life.

AN/ Awwwwww, just awww.... They are so cute!!!