Forever and Always //Michael Clifford

Alternate Ending

The awful sound given off by the machine filled my ears. That awful sound that tells me that Michael is gone. That awful sound that tells me that Michael is never coming back. That awful sound that tells me that I lost my everything. I started to weep.  Screaming Michael's name and telling him to wake up. Hoping that maybe he's just sleeping. Maybe he'll wake up and come back to me if I screamed loud enough. But none of it seemed to work. Michael is dead.

I felt my body gave in to the pain, to the frustration, to the exhaustion. I felt my knees shake and I fell down to the floor with tears still streaming down my face. I cannot handle this. I started to ran out of breath. My hands covered my face as I leaned my back on the wall of the hospital room. I didn't want to move. I didn't want to do anything. Heck! I didn't want to keep breathing. My breathing got shorter and shorter by the second and it seems that my lungs don't want to take in air anymore. It seems like God is giving me what I want. I kept my head down and stayed my eyes closed. I wanted to stay that way until my last breath. I wanted to stay that way and die. Maybe then, I could be together with Michael wherever he is now. But then I heard a faint sound that resembles Michael's voice. It keeps calling on my name. I thought to myself that this can't be happening. I wanted to open my eyes and look to see who's calling me. But I can't move. All I can feel is my body shaking and my lungs running out of air. The voice that keep on calling my name got louder and louder as if telling me to wake up. I tried to open my eyes and I successfully did so. I saw a white light and little tinge of red. I blinked a few times to adjust my vision and my eyes beheld a scene that I can't believe. . . .

It's Michael.

He's alive.

And he held me in his arms.

"Love, are you okay?"

I heard him say.

My brain can't process what's actually going on right now. I just stared at his eyes shocked and frozen. I don't know what to do. I don't know what's happening. He's looking at me and I can see that he's worried. My eyes scanned the surroundings and I realized that I wasn't in the hospital. I was back home on our living room. I looked back to Michael who was still staring at me looking worried sick and still waiting for me to answer his quiry. That's when an epiphany hit me.

I hugged Michael as tight as I could. Tight enough to squeeze the worry he's feeling in his chest. I can tell that he was shocked by my sudden reaction but he didn't hesitate to hug me back. Thick pearls of glee started to form on the corner of my eyes and eventually ran down the side of my cheeks. We just held each other for a couple of minutes in complete silence until I saw a bouquette of roses on the corner table.

"Are those for me?" I asked enthusiastically waiting for the obvious answer. He gladly nodded, let go of the hug, reached to get the roses and handed it to me with utmost care. "Happy Anniversary" he said with that sweet smile of his. I hugged him again. So tight. I could stay like this forever. I didn't want to let go but my actions seemed to have confused Michael. "Uhhm, not that I'm not loving this moment but why are you crying? And you seemed to have seen a ghost when you woke up and saw me earlier. " Michael asked. I looked deep into his eyes and just chuckled which confused him a little bit more. "What's going on?" He asked as I started to tear up again. "Nothing. I just had a really bad dream and I'm just happy to see you. " I replied still looking deep into his eyes.  "You have no idea how happy you made me by being here, by being alive." He held my face and wiped away my tears with his thumbs. "I'm lucky to have you too." And then I felt his lips on mine.

FIREWORKS. . . That's what happened.

We've been together for 7 years and he still gives me the feels. I'll never get tired of that.

"It's just a dream. It's okay now. I'm here." He comforted me as he wrapped his arms around me and I rested my head on his chest. I felt so safe and protected when Michael holds me like this..

We stayed like that for a while until I decided to speak. "Michael, let's get married." He looked at me confused again with a smirk tugging on his lips. "Like right now?" He asked innocently. "No, not right now you dummy." I replied with a chuckle as I remembered what happened in my dream. "Why not? That's not a dumb idea. Is it?" He replied. I just laughed at him for being all cute and innocent. But he has a point. "We still have to inform Luke. You know how he loves to plan things." I told him with a smile. "Yeah. You're probably right. But I really don't care when or how. You know how much I love you and I will marry you anytime, anywhere." He proudly stated. I replied with a simple "Me too kitten, me too."

After a month long preparation and planning, me and Michael got married. The Wedding was Amazing! Thanks to our best man Luke Hemmings. This is the fulfillment of my life goal; my ultimate dream. Being one with the man I love the most.

"You look amazing in that wedding dress. I love you." Michael complimented me as he hugged me from behind. "When tomorrow comes I'll be off this dress. Will you still love me by then?" I teasingly asked. He chuckled and replied "Forever and Always love.".