Cowboy Casanova (Dolenzmith) (COMPLETE)

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"What? Mike, you...you w-would—?"

"Yes, Micky. I would."

Micky broke down. He cried so much he was having trouble breathing normally and, through his tears, he snatched the pill bottle from Michael. Michael's heart skipped in a moment of panic as he pictured Micky, his boy, tilting his head back and swallowing the pills dry.

But Micky did no such thing.

Instead, Micky took the pill bottle—

—And lunged it at the wall.

The bottle shattered and all the tiny pills fell to the floor.

Michael's eyes were wide as he looked down at Micky, who was biting the palm of his hand as tears rolled down his cheeks. He shuddered again and again, knees drawn up to his chin as he rocked back and forth.

"Mick—"

"You can't die," Micky cried. Short, choppy gasps escaped his mouth. "You can't, you can't, you can't. I...won't let you. No...N-No—"

"Shh," Michael whispered. He wrapped Micky in his arms. "I'm here."

"Don't go, Michael, don't l-leave me..."

"I ain't goin' anywhere."