#5SOS Fam Only!

One Shot Winner [Michael]

By: KinsleyMyQueen

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She sat on the floor next to me, and I squinted at her. She didn't seem fazed, though, and grinned at me.

"Hi, Mikey."

I hated that.

Come rain or shine, she was there. Even when I sat alone, in the worst weather, she'd always find me. She found me when my parents constantly ignored me and my needs.

"Hi, Mikey."

She sat next to me, handing me an umbrella and a bag full of treats. I smiled weakly at her, and opened up the umbrella.

We stayed there all night.

There was more to her than you'd think. She seemed like a ditzy, crazy person, but she was deep and meaningful, and eventually everything she said made sense.

Even...

"Hi, Mikey." 

I hated being called that. It made me feel patronised. I didn't like that. I wanted the upper hand. But with her, I didn't need to. We both knew our place. We were together.

I went to visit her a couple of times, even without her knowing. She'd always look surprised, and I loved seeing her like that. Happy, joyful. The smile on her face when I brought her treats.

"Hi."

"Hi, Mikey."

Her parents didn't like me. They were always pulling her aside, whispering things to her in her ears when I was still there, waiting. But I didn't care. It was about us. Not them.
She didn't really talk to anyone else. I didn't mind. We were in our own little bubble, away from the world. They weren't involved, and as long as I had her, they didn't need to be.

"Hi, Mikey." I never grew tired of her calling me that. It made me smile, every time. Occasionally it would come with her tugging on my hair gently and looking into my eyes.

I gave her a little bracelet for our 1 year anniversary. It had her initials inscribed in them. She blushed, and cried when I gave it to her. She bought me a watch. It had M.C in it. She told me how I'd always be Mikey to her. And then I cried too.

We went and watched a movie together. It was relatively sad. It was about a girl with cancer, and a boy with cancer. One's cancer was in remission, the other terminal.
The twisted end made her cry, and, stricken, I enclosed her hand in mine. She stopped crying and looked up at me. Smile. Please.

But she didn't smile. She just rested her head on my shoulder and squeezed my hand gently.

We held hands all night.

"Hi, Mikey." She seemed distant. She wasn't smiling so much and she didn't talk a lot. I assumed she was feeling the after effects of the movie. So I just pretended everything was okay.

Until she collapsed.

The ambulance arrived quickly. I was a mess. I was holding her, rocking her back and forth, until she was pulled from my arms and taken away. I needed to hear her call my name. But there was no sound.

She was in the hospital for a few days until she woke up. And then everything made perfect sense, once they told me what was wrong with her.

I hated it being put like that. What was wrong with her. There was nothing wrong. She was perfect. There was absolutely no doubt about that.

But everything still made sense. Why her parents didn't want me around. They didn't want me involved so much that I wouldn't be able to get out. But they were too late. I was in, with no hope of leaving.

She cried at the movie. Because she understood what it was like.

She had cancer. She was the grenade in the relationship.

I always thought it would be me that would leave her. I couldn't commit. But with her, it was easy. I just lost myself looking at her. She was everything.

When she woke up, she was weak. Barely hanging on. She croaked when she spoke, she was deathly pale and constantly tired. Her head was always aching and she could barely move. It hurt me to see her like this.

"Hi, Mikey." She really did try to be as lively as possible. But she wanted me to leave. She didn't want me to see her like this. But I wasn't going to leave. Seeing her at her worst was better than not seeing her at all. And it gave me some hope, gently squeezing her hand and talking to her.

In her final days, she didn't talk much. She could barely feed herself, and I was still by her side. Her parents were rarely there. I guess it hurt them too much, or maybe not enough.

We were talking (scarcely, but still talking), when her eyes started to drop. Her eyes were closing.
"You going to sleep?" I asked her, and she didn't reply. My heart pounded. "Help!" I yelled, running to the door and yanking it open. "Help!"
The doctors came running in, and I felt like I was being shoved away. I wasn't going to leave.
"Sir, you have to leave," A nurse informed me passively. My throat tightened up. "No. That's not happening."

The girl in the bed, the weak, frail girl opened her mouth. I stood, anxious, worried, terrified. She opened her mouth, and spoke the last words she would ever speak.

"Goodbye, Mikey."

Her hand dropped. My heart dropped. It was over.
Done.

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This One Shot is on the Shorter Side...but Still AMAZING

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