Manifest oneshots

I dont want to say goodbye: M.S.

Hey, I know this took a crazy long time to write but as I've said I'm going through a lot mentally and I'm not doing well so I'm slow with updates.

Description: At Zeke's funeral Michaela struggles to grasp the fact that she's never gonna spend her life with him

Pronouns: all the same as the show

Warnings: grief, survivors guilt, denial

All of Zeke's friends and family walked slowly into the funeral, heads down and tears flowing down their cheeks. One was missing, Cal. Saanvi looked around. "Shit." She mumbled having a decent idea of where Cal had gone. Jogging back to the the cemetery parking lot she found him leaning against her car, crying. "Cal, hey what's wrong buddy?" "It's my fault he's dead. He died for me! Michaela lost her husband for what?" He sobbed out into her arms and she rubbed his back trying to comfort him. "He chose to die for you. It's not your fault he made that choice. I know it hurts I'm sorry bud" she spoke helping him up as they walked into the funeral again, seeing Michaela crying over Zeke's casket. "Mic c'mon" Ben was whispering quietly. "No! He said we'd grow old together! He wasn't supposed to die!" She was sobbing now, hyperventilating as she allowed herself to be walked away from the casket.

"No! Let me go back!" She ran back, leaning into the casket and pressing a long kiss to her late husband's cold forehead. She let the kiss last, begging her brain to remember the feeling of her lips on his skin. Walking away, her legs jelly beneath her, heels clicking as she ran to a seat next to her brother, allowing her body to be embraced in his as he whispered pointless nothings into her ear. Saanvi and Cal both paid their respects before Saanvi made the decision to give Michaela some form of comfort. "I'm so sorry Mic" she said sympathetic as she hugged the blond's shaking frame from behind, Michaela's face buried in Ben's chest. "How did you do it Ben?" She asked quietly. "Hm?" Ben asked with a broken voice, the man also upset, just barely keeping it together.

   "How did you lose Grace and not...die" she asked and he sighed "I don't know Mic, I honestly don't know" he mumbled as the service started, Michaela sobbing throughout. When it came time for the burial she stepped forward, dropping more than just a rose onto his casket but a small card as well. "What's that auntie Mic?" Olive asked, having just stopped crying moments prior. "It's a letter to him. I wrote it as a..." she trailed off, something in her still unable to say the word goodbye in this context. "Oh your gonna grow ancient with me" the man had promised on their honeymoon. But she's not ancient, and he'll never become that with her. She'll spend every year, every minute alone, her soulmate laying lifeless in a casket.

   As dirt landed atop the brown box she sobbed again, this time Olive crying with her. "I don't want to say goodbye to him" the blond cried as Olive mumbled "thank you for saving Cal" as warm tears smeared her already running makeup. "I know I know" Ben attempted to comfort Michaela as Saanvi comforted his twins, both of them hardly holding it together themselves. "I don't want to say goodbye" she whispered wearily.

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Hey, here's this and I'm sorry for probably making someone cry. Suggestions? Requests? Opinions?

-Brooklyn