He came back. Michaels old boss. He came back on a Thursday afternoon. I had been on the sofa drinking a hot chocolate and eating some crisps I had found in the cupboard. Now I'm back in my room. Michael put me in here when he saw the car outside. I tried to listen but there was no sound. I suppose they're writing notes to each other, like children. And then he was gone. The front door was closed, and my bedroom door opens. Michael stood there. He seemed angry.
He walks over to my bed and sits down. He wraps his arms around me and sighs. I fear asking him what is wrong, so I just nestle myself into his chest, holding him close. He was wearing the shirt I had borrowed after my bath. It still smelt of vanilla. I wore a jumper. The same one i had been wearing that morning. I'm not sure how, but soon we were both laying down, entangled in each other.
Content.
We were silent. But a nice silence, where there is no need for sound. No need to break the silence. I used my finger to draw shapes onto his side, and he the same to me. This is all i had ever wanted and I had it. I didn't matter how i got it. But i got it. And I
was happy.
"Thank you" my voice was almost inaudible but i knew he had heard it.
"For what my dear"
"Saving me"
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Castaway ۞
FanfictionIn which a man is infatuated with a girl, so much so that he is willing to do anything for her. How much is too much. WARNING: This story contains mentions or suicide and self harm. If you are not comfortable with these subjects, please read at you...
