Sweater Paws {michael clifford}{completed}

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Michael sat in the waiting room for hours, even after Story told everyone to go home. Ashton had left a few minutes ago, to 'make plans at work'. Story was sleeping softly and Michael was just looking at her. "I know we met only a few months ago, but I think I'm in love with you Story. I don't know that I am, just that I can feel myself falling for you. This is so cliché. Talking to you while you're asleep, confessing my love while you're asleep, in secret hope that you haven't heard what I'd said." Michael chuckled lightly. "When I first saw you at Support Group, I didn't know what to think. You were different from everyone else there. Not because of your looks, but what your eyes said when you looked around. Everyone else looked like they knew they were probably not gonna make it, but you..." He chuckled at the memory. "...you had accepted the fact that you couldn't have a full life. But that's what you're wrong about, Story. You can still have a full life, despite time growing short for your last breath. Story Evens I intend to make your last months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, and seconds worth it. I won't leave your side, even when you want me gone. Story Evens I'll help you, to the best of my ability, to make sure you're perfectly happy when it's your time." Michael took her hand; Story stirred and then fell back asleep. "Story Evens I will do anything you ask of me."

Anddeep down, Michael knew that Story would have a good life while she was with him (well him with her), and if she didn't Michael didn't know what he'd do.