Ever since that bird delivered the ominous note to my apartment, Michael has been on edge. He spent most of our time together pacing back and forth, running his long fingers through his golden curls in frustration. Words were muttered past his full lips, most of which focused on the need to make my powers stronger.
"He's been watching you all this time and has now decided to take action." He took a swig out of the coffee mug in one of his hands, knuckles white from his tight grip. "Which makes no sense, because there's no reason for him to pay you a visit. It's not like you're incredibly powerful.... yet."
A sheepish grin was thrown my way. "Sorry, no offense."
"None taken." I chuckled from my spot on my couch and patted the area next to me. "Come sit down. You're going to wear down my carpet and all this walking around isn't going to do you any good."
"I'm just worried, Estella. Someone is clearly targeting you and wants to hurt you." Michael sighed and plopped down next to me. "How are you not scared?"
"Because I have you, first of all." My index finger traced the curves of his cheekbones before moving down his jawline. "I know you'll do your best to protect me, Michael. Also, I did pretty well with taking care of those monsters he sent me."
"Did you really?" Michael teased and bumped his shoulder against mine playfully. Relief washed over me as I noticed the tension in his shoulders ease up a tad.
"I did. I took care of them all by myself, easy-peasy! You'd be proud of me if you saw."
"I'm always proud of you." He took my hand in his before placing a kiss on each knuckle. My heart fluttered like a hummingbird's wings at the sweet gesture.
"Speaking of being proud, you did really well in yesterday's therapy session." I grinned at him and squeezed his hand gently. "I appreciate you opening up and also putting in more effort in thinking about what you're grateful for."
"It's all thanks to you, Estella."
Suddenly, my phone pinged, disrupting our conversation. I stood from my spot and walked over to the device that was placed on my kitchen counter. Brows furrowed together when I noticed the name on the screen and read the message.
From: Queenie
Hey bitchhhh! What are you up to today?
I glanced over at Michael, only to find him skimming the Romantic Comedies section on Netflix, his attention completely focused in on the TV screen.
To: Queenie
Hey! I'm hanging out with someone today. Why, what's up?
My hand reached for my water bottle, two large gulps of the ice cold water being sucked through the straw as I waited for her reply. The three dots in the message bubble appeared and disappeared before her message came through.
From: Queenie
Well shit. I was hoping I could see you today. Are you free this afternoon? Around 2PM?
My eyes darted over to the clock on the wall and I noted that it was only 10 in the morning. I caught my bottom lip between my teeth and bit down gently, deep in thought. Turning towards Michael, I cleared my throat and immediately caught his attention.
"Are you running errands with Ms. Mead today?"
"Oh yeah! I have to leave around 12:30. She and I are going to go grocery shopping and then she wants to check out a new antique store that opened up." A warm smile appeared on his full lips at the mention of the woman that served to be his maternal figure. "Unless you needed me here? I suppose I should stay with you, considering what happened with the bird and everything."
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Twisted Souls || Michael Langdon
Fanfiction"He was consumed with darkness and I was his anchor, tethering him to the light." ~A story where two souls discover the true meaning of salvation in a corrupt world~
