Wattpad Imagines

Michael

A/N: This one's really bad

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I stare at a now shattered picture frame across the room as tears stream down my face. Why did he do this to me? Why did he have to leave me so broken and torn? I'm in my bedroom, silent besides the sobs that are wrecking my body.

I miss him so much. He probably doesn't miss me though. He found someone better. I don't blame him though, I'm not exactly the best person to be around.

I doesn't even bother me when I hear my front door open. It's probably just another one of my friends checking up on me. They're all worried and I had been doing better and they were happy for me.

That damn photo just made me relapse. I can't have anything that reminds me of him. I can't see through my tears, but I feel the bed dip next to me. Soon enough, I feel comforting arms around me. I don't even know who it is this time, but I cry into their arms without hesitation, needing the comfort of someone who actually cares for me.

"Why?" is all I ask before the sobs consume me again. I know this is is a pathetic reaction, but I can't help it.

"I couldn't hurt you anymore," the person holding me says and his voice sends shivers down my spine. My tears stop as I pull away. I rub my eyes to see him, Michael, after so long. I pull away, not able to be near him.

"What are you doing here?" My voice shakes as I talk to him.

"I just needed to see you and your friends thought it was okay and-" he begins but I don't let him continue.

"Why aren't you with her?" I choke on the last word. His expression falls more than it already had, seeing the state that I am and he knows it's all his fault.

"I don't love her like I love you," he tells me and I want to smile, but I just cant. I even move back when he moves closer to me.

"Why? This makes no sense," I respond and he rakes his hands through his hair. It's a different color from the last time I saw him. It doesn't matter though cos he's still gorgeous.

"I didn't want to hurt you anymore. You were always sad when I went away and didn't like the things people said about me and-" he keeps going, but I've had enough.

"Where does your new girlfriend fit into this?" I ask him, just angry now.

"I was too coward to do it and needed a reason," he admits looking down. I walk over to him and I just stare. I want to hit him yet hug him at the same time. I don't know what to do. He stands up and looks down at me.

"I miss you, but I understand if you don't feel the same way anymore. I just wanted to let you know that I was wrong about us. You're stronger than I thought you were," he says.

"All I could do was miss you Michael," I whisper looking down. I wipe at my puffy face, sniffing my nose. I notice the smirk that rises on his face. He seems unsure of himself, but wraps his arms around me. I lazily return the embrace until I realize how much I need to be in his arms. I hold onto him for dear life as he starts to run his fingers through my hair.

"Will you ever forgive me?" He mumbles against my hair after a while. I sigh,  knowing that this would be coming.

"Eventually,  yeah," is my response as I look at him. He nods his head, chin quivering just a bit.

"I should get going now. I uh. I love you," he says unwrapping himself from me. He starts walking away until I call for him. He turns around and looks at me, hope on his eyes.

"I love you too," I tell him as I give him a kiss that he returns, never realizing how much we both needed that.

He ends up staying with me that night, never leaving my side. He wants to prove that he's sorry and that he's dumb for leaving me and I'm going to let him, because now that he's back, I'm not missing part of myself.

~Le end