Sweater Paws {michael clifford}{completed}

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{the day before}

"Michael, I want to get married, and have kids, and grow old, and when the times right die in the arms of the person I've spent my life with." Story cried as he held her. he hugged her as she cried and talked about her future, the one she couldn't have. "Story, you can still get married. You can always fall in love, no matter how much time you have left. Time doesn't matter, because not even death will break your love apart." He stroked her hair as he spoke, her crying quieted down. "Michael?" She asked, something in her voice made me look into her eyes. Red and puffy, with tears staining her cheeks, she still looked beautiful. "Yeah?" She swallowed and said, "Marry me." Michael looked at her, seeing if she was serious, and she was. "Story I'm not sure if th-" She cut him off. "Michael I want to spend the rest of my life as Story Clifford; wife of Michael Clifford. Not Story Evens; the girl who died of cancer. I love you, Michael Gordon Clifford. I know it's sudden to ask you, but I don't have much time left. We met months ago and I've loved you since you kissed me that first time, I don't want to leave this world without knowing what it was like to be with you. I've dreamt of it, but it can't be anywhere near as good as it really is. And I don't wanna go out as a dreamer, Mikey. I wanna go out as the girl who followed her dream. Even if this life is short, it's all I can give you, even though it's not nearly enough to repay you for what you've done for me. You said you loved me. Show me." And he did. Michael leaned down to her and pressed his lips against hers. Softly at first, but when she parted her lips, Michael knew he would do anything she wanted.

If she wanted to be married to him that's exactly what he'll do.