michael felt the handcuffs tighten around his crippled wrists as he was knelt over the counter with his hands behind his back. the refrigerator open, his cold, exposed ankles were a victim to the air of the fridge where kiera's head rest.
michael sobbed as they pushed him out of his own door, and refusing to let him have one last goodbye to his love. they saw the officers open a small, black bag and place kiera's cranium inside. michael screamed "don't hurt her" on repeat as he watched them do this.
he did break from the officers release, rushing towards kiera and softly placing his lips upon her forehead before being ripped away from her and carried out the door as he continued to scream and cry.
"that's not true love," michael heard one officer say to the other over michael's harsh, thunderous screams. the other chuckled in response as they both heard michael quiet down.
he knew that he did love kiera and he always did. he could not believe that they were separating he and his love apart. but he knew that someday, he would see his little dark one again, whether that were in black or white.
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Fanfiction"do you know what your name means, beautiful?" - this is dark but not scary i promise lol
