Mending A Broken Soul (Mavin)

Chapter Sixteen: Michael's Journal

Chapter Sixteen:
Michael's Journal

I waited impatiently for Michael. The nurse told me that he agreed to come here and talk to me. Now, I was waiting for him, impatiently and anxiously.

And nervously.

And about fifty other emotion-ly's.

And when I finally saw the red curly hair that I had come to always associate with my boyfriend, I literally jumped up and ran to him. He caught me and gripped onto me as I hugged him, tears coming to my eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Mi-cool. I'm so sorry," I cried, pressing my head into his chest and inhaling deeply as he held me. Good, he still smelled the same.

"Gav, people are starting to stare," He whispered.

When I pulled away I noticed about six people staring at us and a few others discreetly eyeing us. I felt my anxiety begin to rise as I let Michael take us over to a table.

"Okay, so you're sorry," Michael said.

"Yeah... I... I overreacted. It's just... I'm so scared, Michael. I feel trapped. And when you went behind my back to lock me away here... I felt betrayed," I told him, looking down.

"And, I can understand that. I couldn't even begin to imagine the type of betrayal you felt. But... I have to ask. Why are you so scared?" He asked me.

I paused and looked at him for a moment. I took in every perfect detail of his face, as if I'd never see it again. He would never understand the type of pain I suffered everyday... And explaining it only made it worse.

"I can't explain it... I just feel so alone and trapped. There's no way out for me at this point," I told him.

"Gavin, yes there is. Getting better is your way out. If you just worked at it and developed coping skills, you'd be out of here as quickly as you came in. I can promise you that," Michael told me, reaching over and squeezing my hand lightly.

"It's harder than it looks," I muttered grudgingly, wondering if Michael actually thought I could snap out of it.

"I know, but nobody said it was gonna be easy. Gavin, you are so strong. I know you are. Maybe you aren't physically, but mentally and emotionally, you're stronger than me, and Geoff, even Ryan. Hell, all the guys put together. Please... I know you can do it. I don't want to lose you, Gav," Michael told me.

I processed his words for a moment, taking in every tiny detail. I'm strong, mentally and emotionally. Even though I usually don't believe it... I am strong. Michael has faith in me and he doesn't want to lose me. He's probably the first person who's ever actually said that and meant it.

I slowly nodded my head and looked up at him, tears slowly going away. Michael smiled and stood up, coming around and hugging me as tightly as he could. I hugged back, clutching him like I would a pillow after a nightmare. I didn't want to let him go, because once I let him go, I'd have to go back to my demons.

"Don't let go," I whispered to him. Michael sighed and squeezed me a little tighter before loosening his grip and pulling back slightly, arms still hanging loosely around my waist.

"Please get better, Gavin. I believe you can do it," Michael pleaded with me, pressing his forehead against mine.

He then pressed his lips against mine and my eyes fluttered shut as I relinquished the moment. How long had it been since I'd gotten a kiss from Michael anyway? Too long.

Once the moment was over he pulled away and stroked my cheek before grabbing his backpack again.

However instead of leaving, he pulled something out of it and handed it to me.