Never Change {MichEmil}

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"I'm terrified."

Emil's eyes shop open to find he was floating on some sort of body of water. He looked around in panic and instantly started sinking after the sudden realization. He was completely confused. He didn't know where he was. Everything was black, even the water. Waves came rushing in and tumbled his body over.

Emil coughed up water before calling for help. "Hello? Is anyone there?"

No one.

A soft breeze tickled his neck. He was cold.

Emil started swimming, struggling. He started panting, feeling like his body was wearing out. Emil stopped.

Not again.

Emil dived into the abyss of water. He kept swimming down.

The deeper he went, the darker it got. He just kept on swimming and swimming, hoping for his consciousness to just disappear.

Hoping for himself to disappear.

He inhaled water. Now it was starting. That awful feeling that some hellish creature was clawing at his lungs. It was horrible. More came. The pain grew.

And then his body started shaking. Someone had come for him.

"Emil! Emil!"

Emil opened his eyes. His stomach started churning. He felt like his guts were gonna fall out. Emil clutched his abdomen and started coughing. Blood.

"C-coach?" Emil stuttered.

"[1] Ano, jsem to já," his coach answered. "[2] Přišel jsem tě vidět, ale já tě našel takhle." (Translations at the end.)

"[3] No, dobrý den pro vás..." Emil replied sarcastically. He got up from bed and put on a tracksuit to go skating. He didn't mind stripping in front out people at all. "[4] Jsem připraven jít!"

"[5] Ne, Emil, nebudete dnes praktikovat." His coach stated. Emil looked at him in disbelief.

"[6] Proč ne?" He whined.

"[7] Jste byl vykašlávání krve." His coach said.

"[8] Samozřejmě, že ne!" Emil complained.

"[9] Ano. Podívejte se na své listy. A vaše oblečení příliš." His coach crossed his arms. Emil huffed and left the apartment with his skates anyway. "[10] Emil, kam jdeš?"

"[11] Do praxe, duh!" Emil said as he stormed out the door. His coach rolled his eyes and tried to stop Emil, but he resisted, so he just tagged along.

Emil needed to get everything out of his head. He had to stop thinking about the same nightmare he always had. It wasn't new to him. He'd had it for over ten years. But every time he had it, he always did the same thing. He always panicked. He always felt the need to look for help.

What was going on with him?

Why him?

He had been afraid of the same creatures clawing at his thought for years. He knew it wasn't a demon, that was sure. In fact, he strongly believed it was something he had.... created a long time ago.

After talking to Sara, he felt much better about it. But what he wondered was, how did he tell Sara and not Michele? He had always been afraid to tell anyone, so he just kept all the problems to himself, not even bothering to tell a doctor. But Michele seemed like a person he could trust. Michele was caring, funny, talented, and not to mention extremely hot. He was overall a nice guy.

So why didn't he tell him?

Now Emil knew. It would just cause problems. When Michele had asked, Emil had become angry. He caused problems. If he had told Michele, everything would have been much worse.

Thanks to that, Emil had detached himself from Michele completely. From the love of his life.

When the Grand Prix had ended, Emil was sure that Michele was his best friend. And for a while he believed that Michele felt the same way he felt towards him. He had been so sweet to him. He cared about him.

Emil snapped out of his deep thought when he felt himself slip on his skates and fall on the ice.

"Humph." He huffed as he landed face-first.

"[12] Jdi domů, Emil!" His coach called.

"[13] Ne!" Emil called back as he got up.

Suddenly Emil came to a sudden realization. Michele didn't hate him entirely. He wanted to know if Emil was okay. Emil was the one being stubborn and stupid. Emil was the one who refused getting close to Michele.

Emil stopped suddenly.

"[14] Co je špatně?" His coach asked.

"[15] Musím odejít!" Emil yelled as he stepped off the rink and changed back to his normal sneakers. He had something important to do.

This was going to fix everything.

At least that's what Emil hoped.

Translations:

[1]- Yes, It's me.

[2]- I came to see you, but I found you like this.

[3]- Well, good morning to you...

[4]- I'm ready to go!

[5]- No, Emil, you will not practice today.

[6]- Why not?

[7]- You've been coughing up blood.

[8]- Of course not!

[9]- Yes. Look at your sheets. And your clothes too.

[10]- Emil, where are you going?

[11]- To practice, duh!

[12]- Go home, Emil!

[13]- No!

[14]- What is wrong?

[15]- I have to go!

I tried to make these as correct as possible because you know how Google translate is.
Also some fill-in chapters but the next one has some important shit so don't give up on me. -Paris