A single bullet // M.C ✔️

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Soft cords floated through the air, leaving Michael's fingers as he softly sang along to the notes he was making. The night sky shone high above him as the wind threaded through his hair, gently blowing the strands around.

A thick blanket was perched over my shoulders as I stood in the doorway, soaking in this Michael. His mood seemed more relaxed, with regret buried underneath. This was now my Michael.

"Mikey?" His head snapped up, and his fingers stopped as fairy lights twinkled against his face from the gazebo in the corner.

"Nicky." He let out one breath of what felt like relief, shifting his guitar to lean against the sun lounger next to him, looking fully at me.

"Yeah, it's me." His whole posture relaxed as I looked at him, unsure of what he wanted me to do.

"I thought you had left,"

"Me? Never." My voice was as soft as it's ever been, slowly walking towards him, ready to bolt in case his mood shifted again. "What were you playing?"

"No one does it better." He glanced over at the wooden instrument before quickly looking back at me, scared I would disappear or that I weren't really here.

"You me at six?" He hummed once in agreement, making a small smile become present as I ran my hand over the neck of the guitar as it meant there. "Been a while since I felt one of these,"

"You play?"

"Have I never told you?" My lashes fluttered under the moonlight as I looked over the edge of the building. "I didn't know it was so beautiful up here,"

"Yeah, this is my escape..." he whispered, looking at when I was looking. "Nine times out of ten, if you can't find me, I'm here. No one else comes up here, so I am surprised you did."

"Luke and Kensie were driving me crazy being all lovey-dovey in their room... I couldn't take it." Couldn't take the fact that it weren't me and you, "Michael... I'm sorry I never told you about the baby, I promise I was going to. There's just never really the right time to do it and I didn't want it to be random." I rambled, resting my elbows on the edge of the building, watching the few people walk on the ground looking like ants.

"I know." He finally shifted right beside me, brushing his arm against mine. "It was wrong of me to just go off on you like that. Mom said it was huge..."

"You spoke to your mom?" I had to admit it did hurt me that he found comfort in his mom over me; understandable, but it didn't stop the ache. Would never get that talk and feel good with my mom.

"I needed someone who understands how my brain works with stuff like this." He muttered, playing with the few rings on his fingers. "I know you do, but I, I was pissed at and didn't want to say anything else I would regret. I also knew you would head to Kensie's and Luke was out. Only so many people I could turn to. Also, I didn't know if Calum knew... didn't want that to be the way to tell him."

"He doesn't know," I muttered, brushing some loose hair out of my face. "I would also rather he didn't, Michael. Please don't tell him." A lot of thought had been put into whether I should tell Calum, but with everything that happened, I can't. He would turn into another Michael, refusing to let me do anything in this life. Hands shook as a harsh breeze blew around us, making Michael's eyes soften to a lighter emerald as he reached out and grasped them between his two own hands, holding them tightly.