it's currently 2:45 in the morning so I don't know what the hêll this is, I'm sorry.
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hope you enjoy!
yours truly, trin < 3
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You sat at the foot of Michael's bed. the bed was empty, matching how you felt inside. the sound of sad yet calming piano ringing through your ear buds into your eyes.
you took a shaky breath as your eyes fluttered shut, the sounds of the piano taking over your mind. it felt like you could pass out any second, but with images of him staining your mind, you couldn't find it in yourself to finally fall asleep right there in his empty room.
His voice tried overpowering the sounds of the piano keys. seven words, shouting, repeating in the back of your head wanting to be heard. you shakily squeezed your eyes shut tightly, turning the music up to full blast not wanting to hear those seven words repeated in his voice any longer.
I will always love you, don't forget.
soon enough, the calming slow sounds of the piano brought you to sleep, the memories flooding your mind as you slept.
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in the morning, you woke up still on the foot of Michaels bed, your knees pulled up to your chest. you could feel the dried tears on your cheeks as you slowly forced yourself to get up.
you tiredly walked to the corner where your duffel bag was, kneeling down to unzip it. you pulled out a long, beautiful flowy black dress, the one Michael had bought you for the midnight in Paris themed school dance.
the memory of Michael's big grin, goofy that tugged at his lips as he watched you with amazement as you walked out of the dressing room. the way his eyes filled with love as he looked fondly at you.
you felt a smile tug at your lips as you held the dress in your hands, noticing a tear slip from your cheek onto the soft fabric.
with a sigh, you reluctantly stood up and stripped off Michael's sweater and your pajama shorts, then carefully slipped on the black dress.
walking to the mirror, you wiped the tears from your cheeks, just wanting to fix your make up but the pictures stuck to the mirror made your heart swell.
pictures of the dance, your first date with Michael, pictures of you both making goofy faces, pictures of you kissing, the time Michael serenaded you with his guitar as he sang to you from outside your house to you in the window.
"(y/n)?" Luke's voice was gentle from the door way. "come on, we've better be going." he offered a small, forced smile.
you immediately saw through his act, seeing the tears threatening to spill from his eyes onto his black clothing. although, you ignored it and simply nodded before grabbing your phone and pushing your ear buds into your ears and pressing play on the piano music that kept you calm, keeping you from bursting to tears.
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Luke stood in front of the small group of people, almost finished with his speech.
"Michael was- h-he was like- like a brother to me.." Luke's words were all choked up. he began sobbing yet again, shaking his head as he ran off the small platform.
your eyes followed the boy until he disappeared. you wanted so badly to join him but you couldn't find it in yourself to even cry. all you felt was.. empty.
you noticed the other's - who you recognized as Michael's family and a few close friends and people who were close with the band - starting to stand up and walk in a line to the place you were dreading going. but, you followed anyway.
as you finally made it to the giant stand of pictures, you felt tears prickling your eyes. you didn't want to - no you couldn't - continue to see what was ahead of you. but you weren't in control of your body. you just felt like an empty shell, like a doll being controlled by someone else.
you could hear some one playing the piano as you finally landed right in front of Michael's lifeless body, but this time, it wasn't calming. it just made a feeling of regret and depression fill you, replacing the emptiness that was there seconds ago.
Michael's now blonde hair was combed and styled perfectly, so not like Michael. his pale face was now paper white, his eyes shut gently. his once bright pink, full lips were now a pale, pale pink to match his paper white face.
the sight had you in tears, the music in the background only making it worse.
"Michael.." you whispered, hoping, just hoping, praying, that he'd open his eyes and his features would come back to life.
when nothing happened you gently placed your hand on his sweater covered ones, scared that if you touched him he'd shatter to pieces.
"Michael, why..?" you whispered again, knowing that under those sweater sleeves, were what managed to get every one here today.
millions of fans heartbroken, completely lost with one of their idols, the ones they look up to, gone.
you, all alone now. completely broken, lost, empty.
his band mates, broken and shocked because they didn't even know. they had no clue their best mate was falling apart, that he was broken enough to take his own life.
"i-i will.. I will always- always love you too, m-Michael." you began sobbing, the piano mixing with your sobs. you felt a pair of arms wrap around you.
"(y/n)." Ashton's voice was low, soothing as he pulled you away from the casket. "shh, it-it'll be.. okay." Ashton smoothed your hair in attempt to calm you.
you then felt some one join the hug -if that's what you wanted to call it- behind you, then another to the left of you.
so, there you stood with your boyfriends band mates, all of you completely utterly broken and lost at the once bright and fun-loving boy's funeral.
that was, until you felt yourself jolt up, sweating now. you were confused and lost as you saw you were now in a bed, Michael's to be exact.
"(y/n), what's wrong baby?" Michael's voice was rough, filled with sleep. he noticed the tears streaming down your face and your sweaty body, along with the terrified look on your face.
"i-it was just a dream.." you breathed out, more to yourself than Michael. Michael was okay.
"c'mere princess." you frowned, pulling your body to his. he placed a sweet kiss to you forehead and cuddled you close. you were both sweaty but you didn't care, all you cared was that Michael was okay.
it was just a nightmare. a terrible nightmare. a nightmare that left an empty feeling in your chest and you sneakily looked down at Michael's sweater covered wrists.
there was nothing visible on them, empty, leaving you relieved as you snuggled your boyfriend close.
"I will always love you, don't forget." Michael's low voice, just above a whisper, rang through the room as you both fell back asleep.
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[A/N] what the hell did I just write omg.
feedback? thoughts? does this suck? opinions?
okay, well I need sleep. and therapy. I love you, I hope you liked this because I'm sat here crying when I have to be up in four hours, I don't know I just had the urge to write so yeah. did you enjoy this? probably not but eh, I tried . love you
