prologue

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AFTER

Tears, tears, tears. All she ever did was cry now. Curled up in her bed weeping, she thought about Michael.

Her phone was on her nightstand, the screen showing she had several missed calls and pleading text messages from him, but she couldn't bare to look. It only broke her heart even more.

But would it hurt to see? Maybe he left a voicemail... she'll be fine if she hears his voice one more time...

She rolled over on her bed and slowly reached out for the flashing device. She grabbed it and saw that he'd left several voicemails. She wanted to cry again.

But instead, she lifted the phone to her ear and listened.

"Hey babe, it's Michael... I've been stupid, it's all my fault... I just wanna talk about this before you..." he paused, "before you leave me for good."

Each word was like a punch in the chest.

"Please babe, I love you."

And the line went dead.

She listened to the other voicemails, in which he was either crying or screaming, or just repeatedly saying "I love you".

"Hey. It's Michael again." She heard his voice and clutched her pillow tightly. "It's been a week. Everyday I wake up, amd for a moment I don't think of you, but then I look over and see the outline in the bed, where you used to rest your head... god this hurts. The other day, I passed by Subway. I remember exactly how you liked your sandwhiches. Italian BMT with lettuce and tomato, not too many pickles and not too many peppers."

She was in hysterics.

"You left one of your sweaters here. I hate seeing it in my house. It just reminds me that you're not here. Remember when we used to sit down and you would teach me how to braid your hair? I think I finally learned how to do it... but what's the use now huh? I cant even braid your hair anymore."

How long was this voicemail? She wanted it to end. His words were tearing her to pieces.

"And then last night, I was just whispering to myself about how much I wnat you back. I didn't realize how much I would miss you, Angel." He sighed, "Please come back."

There are no more voicemails in your mailbox.

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Hiiiii my name is kayla, but call me kay

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this is my first fanfic (yay) so I hope you like it :))

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