Michael turned the pen in his fingers. It was a habit of his whenever he was nervous. Lately his anxiety was getting to him, but, he knew he couldn't leave her. She was his world, everything he had dreamed about in the most beautiful body he could imagine. The way her lavender waves cascaded down her shoulder, her pale skin in the sunlight. Everything about her was perfect, even if there was a slight problem.
Suddenly a creak came from his bedroom door, right across from where he was sitting in the kitchen. "Michael?", a calm, quiet voice whispered. "In here princess", Michael replied, a smirk appearing on his face when he saw her in his old shirt. Suddenly he stared for too long and lost grip of his pen. "Butterfingers", she said hugging him and giving him a quick peck on the nose. Sometimes his stubble was too rough for her but today it was acceptable. "How come you haven't made breakfast? Do you expect me to do everything in this house? I swear I do everything.", she stated with anger suddenly flowing though her veins. Michael hummed and strolled through the kitchen, used to her outbursts. He however, didn't expect her to suddenly sink down to the floor and to start sobbing. He kneeled down and grabbed her arm as her sobs got muffled from her leaning against him.
Michael had managed to put her on the couch and had covered her with a blanket. "Here ya go nugget", he said as he put in Leah's favourite film, "The Princess diaries for my princess", he stated sitting down next to her as she curled up in his arm. "I'm sorry you know I-", Leah started as Michael interrupted.
"You don't have to apologize for anything.We all have rough times sometimes."
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// bipolar // m.c.
Fiksi PenggemarLeah is lost. Quite frankly she can't stop thinking about how happy Michael makes her but suddenly she feels like he's just another asshole who cheats on her every second of the day and has too many flaws. His hair always does this thing and no matt...
