𝐑𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧 | 𝚂𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 (DISCONTINUED)

6

Day 3

Everyday I spent with Michael there was this gnawing feeling that I hadn't healed, that life only excited me when he was present.

Life was great before him, but the excitement came from him and I'll never be able to leave him alone just based off that alone. He made life better, I hated to depend on someone else for my excitement in life.

But it was true, although I knew that I was the only love of my life, I still rather it be him.

He had slept in this morning, told me what he had planned for us didn't start till around 5. He had stayed up all night talking to me, about my therapy, how his mother had been, and just life in general.

I had told him about my birthday party, and how I had almost been finished with college now.

He asked me had I been happy all this time and I was truthful, telling him yes, but feeling as though my spark disappeared. Too much had happened for me to be that sweet, pure girl that I once was.

Michael knew, but in his eyes, from his perspective...I would always be pure as long as my heart remained genuine. I wish I had that perception of myself.

To him, I was still delicate, to him my innocence would remain for as long as I existed.

Finishing up a painting, I felt his arms wrap around me, his lips, drawing themselves to my shoulder, placing soft kisses down.

"You okay ?" He asked softly and I gave him a small mhmm as I turned around and kissed him on his cheek.

"I wish it could be like this all the time." I complained and he glanced at my eyes, pupils dilating every time we made eye contact.

That was enough to reassure, he didn't need to speak, all it took was one look for him and I was okay because I knew that look meant, that he would do everything in his power to get me what I wanted.

"You hungry ?" I asked and he walked over to the breakfast I had cooked, everything laid out for him.

He fucked the food up before leaving out to make sales, I begged to go with him, but he knew it was too dangerous for him to have me with him.

So I stayed home bored until it was time for us to actually go out.

I was getting ready to go out with him, he told me to dress normal, so I threw on a skirt and oversized black and white anime sweatshirt of his and my ricks.

I put my hair into two messy buns and gave myself a little blush.

Michael was in the other room getting ready. Once I was ready I walked back into our room seeing him in a palm angle track suit.

When we saw each other we both laughed, "you got that shit on though." He said and I smiled.

"We definitely taking pictures." He said and so we arrived at like a kiddy place, like a jump around but like an arcade in one.

I knew we were about to have fun.

As soon as we arrived, he had someone take our pictures, then he posted it on his story.

the song was "fashion killa" by ASAP Rocky.

We got our wrist bands and immediately went to go play basketball.

First round he helped me then I threatened him and told him weak bitches need help, im the real deal.

So we were currently playing against each other, somebody's little child recording behind us.

I had missed like 3 in the row but then I started to make my comeback.

then i won.

"Soft ass lil nigga." I remarked and he laughed before mushing my head.

"Boy we know who really soft." He said grabbing my hand and taking me so we could eat.

We had pizza and wings, mirroring the children there excitement written all over our faces.

Our days had been so wholesome together, but I knew this happiness wouldn't last long so I tried to hold onto it.

...

It was windy and the night began to feel like that one sza song with chance the rapper. I miss old sza.

We were both coming inside the home but Michael was tired. He held onto me with every movement because although the "bad guy" was gone every memory of me being taken still held in the back of our minds.

sometimes I wonder how he forgave me, usually im always the victim. but this time I wasn't, my love was endless for whatever misery the world threw at people.

That's what made my heart so open to finding love in the person who took me away from my two true lovers.

Michael saw me in deep thought and lazily kissed my cheek, analyzing me.

"What are you thinking about ?" He asked and I smiled wearily.

"Love." It was barely a whisper, although it was broad it truly was all I could think of.

"What about it ?" He asked.

"It's everything." I stated softly.

He hummed and turned the shower on, taking off my clothing.

"Alexa play "Love" by musiq"

A small smile made its way to my lips and we stepped into the shower together, singing every lyric.

Although he sounded horrible, it eased my mind.

He always knew how to do everything right.

"Love
So many things I've got to tell you
But I'm afraid I don't know how
'Cause there's a possibility
You'll look at me differently
Love
Ever since the first moment I spoke your name
From then on I knew that by you being in my life
Things were destined to change cause
Love
So many people use your name in vain
Love
Those who have faith in you sometimes go astray
Love
Through all the ups and downs the joy and hurt
Love
For better or worse I still will choose you first"
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