November Dreams (M.C.)

Chapter Twenty

"Hey, Nove?"

He nudged me gently, waking me up from my light sleep. I lifted my head out of his lap and rubbed my face, my eyes adjusting to the moon light. We had gone out to look a the stars above the ocean and I had fallen asleep in his lap as he held me and combed his fingers through my salt-kissed locks.

"Hmm?" I hummed, a small smile tugging at my lips. Just looking at him made my heart flutter. Even though his face was still blurred, I still loved what was underneath. I could still feel all the things he made me feel, even if I couldn't quite remember the face that made the man.

He looked up at the millions of stars for a moment before he pulled me into his lap and wrapped his arms around me, cradling me in a tight embrace on top of the cliff. He gingerly tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear as he pressed a gentle kiss on my forehead. I could feel his breath travel across my cheek, his lips soon brushing up against my ear.

He rested his head against mine for a moment, breathing softly against my ear before he whispered softly, sending chills up and down my body.

"I wish I could turn back time. I would find you sooner, and love you longer."

//

I felt as if I was drowning in a puddle of my own sweat. My t-shirt stuck to my back as I wiped away the hair that was stuck to my forehead. Tears still flowed down my face in an endless stream; mascara stained my eyes as I wiped them away, only to be replaced by fresh ones almost instantly.

The words in from my dream mixed with the ones from the day before, sending me quickly back into madness.

I couldn't take going through this all over again. I was losing someone I couldn't remember all over again. I was losing myself all over again as I felt him slip forever from my grasp.

This was it.

I pushed myself up from the living room floor and ran into my bathroom. I threw the medicine cabinet open, the orange bottle taunting me. Laughing at me. Like it knew that this would happen. That this was how things would end up.

I think, secretly, I knew it too.

I grabbed the bottle without a second thought and ripped the cap off, horrific sobs coming from my mouth as I shoved the entire contents down my throat.

The pain I felt was just too much.

And it was time for it to go away.

I forced the pills down and waited, until I felt my body begin to seize up. At first, it was greater than any physical pain I had ever felt. But after a moment, I just let go.

And then, I was released.

//

MICHAEL'S POV

I hugged my knees tightly into my body as I rocked back and forth on my bedroom floor. Luke had been outside my door for the last twenty minutes, pleading with me to let him in. But I wasn't moving. Not any time soon.

I didn't deserve to move. I deserved to sit her and rot in my room for all the pain I had caused her. I deserved all that came to me now.

"Michael, please just let me in. Let's just talk about this Mikey. It's going to be okay, I promise," Luke pleaded through the door.

I continued to sob, my head rested on my knees and my gaze fixed on the floor.

"Michael. Open the door."

"Go away Luke."

"Michael, I'm not-"

"GO AWAY, LUKE!!!" I screamed at him through my tears.