Our Little Secret || Michael Afton x Male!Reader

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- (Y/N): First Person -

      I groaned as I sat up in bed, quickly shutting off my alarm. I looked down at the ring on my finger for a long moment before staring outside the window at my bedside. My vision unfocused as I lost myself in thought, blocking out everything around me completely. Today was a day I was not looking forward to, but grief is just a burden. I needed to get over it.

      I reluctantly climbed out of bed and trudged over to my wardrobe, the cold floor against my bare feet sending chills down my spine. I sighed softly and pressed my lips together as I bent down slightly to pull out an outfit tucked away in the bottom drawer. I had been saving it for a special occasion, and what better a time than now? I groaned softly as I straightened myself once again, stretching out and popping my back. As funny as it was, I felt too old for this.

      I slowly made my way to the bathroom, taking my time as I walked down the seemingly neverending hallway filled with memories of the past. It took an excruciatingly long time to reach the bathroom, stopping to stare at each printed photo, polaroid, and object that lined the walls. I gulped slightly before pushing the bathroom door open, listening to the hinges creak. I stood there and stared for a moment, as if walking inside would kill me. I needed to stop being so dramatic.

      Walking into the bathroom, I shut the door behind me. I didn't bother with the lock, having dropped that habit long ago; I wouldn't be getting any unexpected visitors anymore. My shoulders dropped at the thought, wanting to laugh at the memory but too upset to be able to. I grabbed a towel from the cubby near the toilet, resting it on the rack near the shower, and began to strip. I'd been wearing the same clothes for almost a week, so it felt nice to finally get out of them.

      My eyes caught my reflection and I couldn't refrain myself from staring. I looked awful, I hardly even recognized myself. I bit down on my lip slightly as I continued to stare, tears welling up in my eyes. I needed to look away before I started crying, this is not what he would've wanted. I quickly stepped into the shower and shut the curtain.

      I hesitated before turning the water on, shuddering as the icy water pierced my skin before slowly fading to hot water. I knew it probably wasn't healthy, but the scorching water soothed my nerves and helped me clear my head. Today was going to be different because today was special - today had to be special - and I wasn't going to let anything ruin that, not even depression. Depression was overrated anyway, it was about time I stopped allowing it to consume me. I reached for my shampoo, quickly making sure my hair was lathered with it before rinsing it out, applying conditioner next.

      I took the time to make sure I was properly cleaned, hissing softly as I got soap in my eyes several times. Just like me to fuck up the simplest of things. I closed the cap on my body wash and quickly rinsed off, feeling I had taken more time than was needed just to shower. I shut off the water and pushed open the curtain, grabbing my towel off the rack and drying myself off, before stepping out. I looked at myself through the foggy mirror, grateful that I couldn't see my face, and ran my fingers through my hair before tossing my towel into the dirty clothes hamper.