Michael Langdon imagines

You promised me

Word count: 1,399
TRIGGER WARNINGS- self harm, death
Imagine- you and Michael have been dating for 5 years, your tainted thoughts fill your mind with false thoughts.

It's was late. Your long time boyfriend was currently at work. You were in bed, listening to your quiet music while your cries filled the room. Tears were streaming down your face. Little blood droplets were hitting your legs that were sitting cross cross. That blood ran from your wrists that you dug the small metal blade into. It's been so long since you've done this, you were never going to do it again, not after what happened last time.

—3 years ago—
You woke up, dressed in a hospital gown, laying in an unfamiliar bed. A short haired Michael was asleep by your side, your hand in his. You tried to paint the image of the last thing you remembered in your head, but it was all a blur, a big, red blur. You hissed deeply at a sharp pain in your exposed arms, deep cuts were drawn on almost every inch of them. Your eyes welled up at the sight. Your hand that wasn't in Michael's traced over the marks, in complete disbelief of what you did to yourself. Your actions woke Michael up, he squeezed your hand tightly and his eyes welled up as well. He looked lost, heartbroken, angry. "Y/n," his words sounded weak, "y/n why? Why would you do this to yourself?" His voice broke, the tears in his eyes fell to his beautifully sculpted cheeks and down on his pants. He sat up and kissed your hands repeatedly, kissing over each cut. You broke down too. "Michael," You somehow managed to get out, "Michael I'm so sorry." You let out a deep breath, tears taking over your face. He didn't say anything else, he just got on the bed and held you close to him, kissing your head and holding onto your cut up arms. "Never again. Promise me" he cried out, looking deep into your beautiful eyes that he adored, another tear fell down from your eyes to meet the many others, you nodded. "Never again. I promise, Michael." You laid your head on his shoulder and fell asleep together, feeling fully engulfed in his love.
—End of flashback—

Your mind got the best of you. Even after 5 years of being with Michael, you still believed you weren't good enough for him. You always thought that there were other girls, more beautiful, smarter, more talented, better than you in every way. Though none of it was true. You were the one love of his life. The one he loved since he first laid his icy blue eyes on you. You knew that, but somehow, your mind always got the best of you. It always made you feel that you weren't worthy of anything you had, like you weren't good enough, like you'd never be good enough. With every self- degrading thought, the cold metal ripped open your arm, leaving sliced skin and blood behind as evidence.

Blood trickled down your arm and onto your legs. The cuts bringing stinging sensations to your arm, making you inhale sharply at the pain. But your thoughts had gotten so bad that you didn't know what else to do. You were never one to give up, especially when you had Michael, your perfect boyfriend, someone who you were so in love with, but he was also your best friend, he was someone you were genuinely comfortable around, you knew you could be yourself around him. But you thoughts told you differently.

They told you that everything is fake. Slice. He doesn't love you. Slice. He never has. Slice. He judges you. Slice. He can't fucking stand you. Slice. Your burning cheeks cooled in streams where the cold tears fell. The amount of blood flowing from your arms was astounding, your head was getting light, your vision was getting blurry. You were getting weaker and weaker by the second.

Then, you were gone.

Minutes later, Michael arrived, home from work, excited to share his day with his beloved girlfriend. "Honey! I'm home!" He said, as always, he enjoyed joking around about clichés , and that was by far, his favorite. When he didn't hear your response, he just assumed you were hiding from him, like you did sometimes.

He decided to play along to the game that didn't wasn't even being played. "Marco!" He shouted. Nothing. He started to roam the house, looking in all your favorite places to hide. "Marco! You have to respond so I can find you!" He chuckled. Still nothing. He walked up to his room, opening the closed door to reveal your lifeless body, pool of blood surrounding you on the bed. His face lost all color as he dropped everything in his hands, bolting towards you, a river of tears falling from his eyes. "No! No no no no, not again!" He sat beside your lifeless body, grabbing you in his arms and pulling you close.

"Y/n! Y/n, baby, wake up, please wake up, it's me, Michael. I'm here and I love you." He held you close to his chest, stroking the back of your head. His eyes throwing tears down his cheeks. "Baby, it's me. I'm here, I'm not going to hurt you. You know I love you." He panted, "I love you so much, I love you so much, I'm sorry I wasn't here. I'm so sorry. But I'm here now, come back to me," He was shaking, still holding you in his arms, desperate to bring you back, "please. Please come back to me. I swear I won't leave you again. Don't leave me, please." He cried out. He laid you down, holding you hand, crying so much he thought he'd faint. His tears slowed, "you promised me." He quietly said, holding your bloody hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to them. Images of memories of you two together flooded his mind. 'Five years. Five years' He thought. His mind traced back to the time you first met.

At a coffee shop where you worked, you were on your break, so you sat outside, criss cross on the ground. He walked up to you, introducing himself, as soon as he saw you, he wanted to have you. He wanted you to be his forever. He knew he loved you from the first sight.

The first time you told him you loved him, on your one year anniversary, you set your small hands on his face, you pulled him in for a soft, loving kiss, you then pulled away, "Michael Langdon, you have made me the happiest girl in the world. I enjoy every second with you, you make me smile, laugh, blush, cry, and embarrass me all the time, I have loved you since the day we met, and I will love you until the end of time."

Michael looked at your lifeless body, and let go of your hand. He then stood up and walked over to his nightstand, where he dug through the drawers, pulling out a small black box, then sitting next to you. "Y/f/n y/l/n, I have loved you since I laid my eyes on you. I knew from the day I met you, that I was going to be yours forever, and you were going to be mine. You have made me the happiest man alive, you have made these past five years the best years of my life. Though, you've hurt me by hurting yourself from time to time, I still love you, and I will never stop loving you, for as long as I'm alive and long after I'm gone. I bought this on our 2 year anniversary, but never had the courage to ask you, I'm only realizing that it's too late, and I'm so sorry, my love. I've always wanted to tell you how much you mean to me, how much I love you, how much my heart longs for yours, and how I could have made you Mrs. Langdon."

He opened the little black box and reveals a 5.11 carat triangular, diamond, commonly known as the Moussaieff Red. "This is one of the rarest in the world, because you, you, y/n, are like no other."he grabbed your hand and placed it on your ring finger. "I'm sorry that you had to miss this, I'm sorry that I'm too late." He whispered. "I love you, Mrs. Langdon."

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This one is very very sad, I only cried like 23939287 times writing it :,) anyways, I hope this wasn't triggering to any of you, I just felt as if it would be nice to have a little heartbreak, lol. Anyways, allow me to do my usual freak out, 665 READS?!? HOLY FUCK
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