Princess in Disguise [ Michael Clifford ]

Twenty Six

- Michael -

After Calum left, I didn't bothered to tell anyone. Why should I? It will only hurt them. It's better that way.

I was walking to the cafeteria when I saw Ariella sitting in the garden. I decided to approach her and see how she's been doing.

"Ella." I said, sitting beside her. She looked at me, her eyes were bloodshot and she looks like a huge mess.

"Calum. Calum left." Her voice cracked. I felt my heart tighten inside my chest from seeing Ariella cry.

"He told me." I simply said.

"I am so sorry. Please don't kill Daniel. Don't kill him for me, please Michael. I want you to promise me." Ariella pleaded as she cried.

"Ella, I won't. Even though he kidnapped and made other person's lives a living hell, he is still my father. Just promise me, Ella. Don't let our families and parents get executed." I said, trying not to sound so desperate.

"Of course, I wouldn't." She simply said, wiping the tears from her eyes.

It would kill me to leave Ella. I wouldn't let anyone hurt her. I know she can be a huge pain in the ass, but I love her. I love the way she sound, I love the way when she's trying to prove herself, I love the way she made me happy by just seeing her smile.

Our story is a one fucked up mess. But I am proud to say that she completes me. My fucked up soul and her fucked up spirit, somehow completes our story.

"Ella, I would like to say something to you." I said, making her stare at me.

"Ella, will you marry me?" I manage to choke up those words. Ella's eyes widen and she seems speechless.

"I know our situation is currently fucked up. I know my father is trying to kill you right now, but it would kill me not to say these words to you before I die."

"Ella, it would kill me. It would kill me to leave you. Please say yes. Please say you would." I simply said. I held her hand as I stare at her.

"Of course, Michael. I would marry you. It would complete me to be married to you. I love you, Michael." She smiled, making me pull her into a hug.

I know I would leave her soon. At least, I've had the chance to ask her to marry me.

She was crying so hard but I have nothing to give her but my ring. It's the ring that I've bought at a local department store back home. I always wore this and somehow this thing became important to me.

I removed my ring that's on my pinky finger and took her hand. I slid it on her ring finger and kissed her hand. I looked up to her and saw her beautiful face.

I have never thought that one day, I was able to fall in love with a girl like her. She has a heart of gold. Calm, peaceful, and I felt like she was born to give peace on my heart.

I felt tears running down my face and Ariella wiped them using her thumb. Her touch made me cry more and I felt so safe because of her.

"Michael, I want you to know that you are beautiful. Your messy hair and your faded hair dye, your eyes, your stubble, your lips, your skin, your intoxicating smell. Michael, you are beautiful. Thank you for making me feel so important when everything I knew is slowly sinking away. I would never ever leave you, I promise you that." She said.

"Love is a big word but I'm not afraid to use it because my love for you is strong enough to kill a whole battalion. I don't need to be saved by you, I need you to stay with me as I save myself. Michael, I love you. Fuck, it annoys me so much because I wanted you. I wanted to feel your skin and every single inch of you."

"I love you that being with you is enough to keep me alive. But, I can't seems to admit it to you, until now. I can't kiss you whenever I want, I can't hold you, I can't touch you because I feel like I don't deserve you. Michael, you scare the living shit out of me. You made me feel happy, scared, sad, angry, and so much more."

"But one thing I know right now is I am scared to lose you. I would die if I let you leave my arms. It would kill me if I ever saw you alone." I was crying so hard under her touch.

When will I be able to tell her that after all of these, I need to leave her. When will I finally have the courage to tell her that everything is temporary? When will I tell her that I am getting ready to face my worst fear of all, to leave and lose her.