based off my really shitty fanfic: the mess up
"here's to your birthday, even though it's a week away," Michael chuckled, raising his glass to me. "Yeah, I can't wait baby," I said, trying to mask the sad tone in my voice. "what's wrong?" he asked for the millionth time. he's been asking for a few months now but he'll never know until I think it's the right time. "nothing's wrong Michael," I reassured him. "rach I know you better than anyone. why won't you tell me? it must be important if it's been bugging you for months," he said. he's right, but I still wouldn't tell him. "nothing is bugging me." I stayed quickly. "I love you, okay?" I smiled at him, but it faltered quickly when I remembered what I was going to do. how was I going to tell him that I was gonna leave him? when that was the one thing I promised I wouldn't? "my heart still races everytime you say that," he giggled, reaching over the table for my hand. "well then I keep saying it for as long as I can," I said, not completely lying. while he's still mine, I will love him more than he ever thought he could be loved.
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MICHAEL CLIFFORD IMAGINES
Fanfictionjust a bunch of imagines & blurbs I wrote over the span of a few months
