One shots || Micheal Afton x Reader ➷

Grief.

C/W: Death/suicide mentions, you get the whole gist.

It's the crack of dawn. Y/N sits in a deafening silent house. She found herself having troubles sleeping. Y/N hadn't seen Micheal since last weekend. He had gave her a bunch of his stuff for some reason, a reason she didn't know but didn't ask any further. Micheal had been acting off; more sullen, clingy and affectionate than usual. The couch squeaking under her weight as she shifted uncomfortably. The curtains were pulled open letting the orange and pink rays of sun fall into the living room. She looked to her side. An indent, a trace of where Micheal would be sitting next to her like always but he had left earlier that week from her house saying he needed to clean up his apartment. There was a trace of Micheal everywhere in fact. Her phone buzzed beside her, the couch vibrated before she picked her phone up, typing her password in then she's greeted by a message. The message was from an email, unrecognizable. She skimmed over the message before her heart felt as if it stopped. "Good morning Y/N. This is Micheals mother whom you haven't met. I had been informed about your relationship with him earlier this morning and had gotten your contact information. I'm sorry dearly to say that he had passed. He had committed suicide a few nights ago, the police had just found out earlier this morning. Take care alright? Stay safe." My stomach churned at the message, guilty filled tears are quickly brought to my eyes. Was this all my fault? Why did I not notice the signs?

Her breathing was sharp, shallow. Every breath felt like daggers stabbing directly into her lungs. She fought back several sobs as she started at the message, reading it over and over again. She threw her phone down on the couch and looked elsewhere before she saw the camera, the camera that Micheal and her had used together and took photos on. Y/N picked it up with shaky hands, she pressed the "on" button and began to look through the photos of her and Micheal.

The smell of warm, fresh cooked food lingered around the restaurant. The candles lit dimly making the outing more romantic. Micheal laughs as he watches Y/N look through the menu, confusion painted her face as she read through the options of drinks. "What the hell? Micheal, did you really have to take us to this nice restaurant? Olive Garden would've been just fine." Y/N said with a coy smile, her gaze ping-ponging between Micheal and the menu. Micheal grinned cheekily and tilted his head. "It's our one year anniversary, sweetheart. Why wouldn't I take you to a fancy restaurant? You deserve it." Micheal coo'ed, his English accent rich and smooth. He paused and reached into the pocket of his trousers, pulling out a sliver camera with stickers and small sequences glued on sloppily. "Smile." He croaked, his smiling widening behind the camera as he aimed it at her face. "Really Micheal? People are looking." She mumbled, earning a snort from Micheal before he snapped a photo of her. "Ok, now it's only fair if I take a photo of you." She stuck her tongue out at him and tugged the camera from his grasp, Y/N zoomed onto Micheals face just getting the perfect angle. Micheal continued smiling as she took the photo. She set the camera down to her side and let out a content sigh. "I love you Micheal, though sometimes your a pain in the ass." She teased before leaning over the table and placing a peck on his lips. "I love you more, asshole." He mumbled softly into the kiss.

The sun was blazing down on everyone at the beach. The water was to cold to get into and it was to hot to stay out of the water. Micheal let out a groan as Y/N complained about how hot it was, he rolled his eyes and looked at her with an unamused gaze. "Y/N, babe. Just get into the water or...I'll push you in." He grumbled, Y/N let out a whine. "But I don't want to! It's to cold—!" She was cut off by Micheal pushing her into the water, she lets out a screech and quickly pulls Micheal by the collar of his shirt, pulling him down with her. Micheal snaps a photo at the perfect time, the both of them now soaked in the freezing water. The camera most definitely has water damage but hell, who cares? Micheal pulls back up and wipes the water off his face, shaking the water out of his hair. He looked at Y/N who looked like an angry, sopping wet dog. He laughed and grabbed the camera again, snapping another photo before Y/N shoved him into the water again. "You're so annoying!" Y/N yelled at Micheal, her voice muffled from where Micheal was under the water and which he let out a choked laughs.

The photos on the camera fuzzy, full with raw and genuine emotion. She looked down at the camera, completely in awe. Tears fall down her flushed cheeks at a rapid pace, her sobs choked and ugly. She grasped onto the camera tightly, it was one of the few remains she had of Micheal. She curled up into a ball on the couch holding the camera close.

A/N: I just had to get something out, sorry for the inactivity.