Peaky Blinders Imagines

Go On - Michael Gray

            "I'm so sorry, I keep interrupting, what were you going to say?" the handsome man seated next to you chuckled. "I caught him cheating," you replied with a breathy sigh, lifting the glass up to your lips and letting the burning liquid scorch it's way down. "I don't blame you for walking away," the man replied. You honestly had no idea who he was, but after catching your ex with another woman in bed that very evening, you weren't about to complain about the company. "I know where you're coming from, it sounds like where I've been. Oh, there I go, interrupting your story once again."

            "Go on. Go on, you were saying how a fool can only fool you so long. It's true, so true. When they do you like that, what else can you do, but go on," he sighed. "Exactly. I mean, our conversation won't change nothing, but it's sure nice to talk. With somebody who's been cut of the same old cloth. You know how you said earlier, that happiness can't be found looking back, if you don't mind, maybe we can talk a little more about that," you replied, looking up and meeting his eyes, your gaze flitting down to his lips momentarily.

            "You were saying this is better than sitting at home," he said with a smile. "It's true. So true," you sighed, matching his infectious smile. "When they do you like that, what else can you do but go on. Go on even when you see no reason to. Don't wait to live life cause it won't wait for you," he replied. "That was incredibly insightful," you chuckled, your mind circling his words. "Well, what doesn't kill you only makes you strong. All you can do is go on. Life goes on," he finished with a sigh.

            "Perhaps you're right. Oh, god, is that the time," you sighed, catching a glimpse of the clock on the wall. You began to gather your things, rifling through your purse for some cash to throw on the bar top for the bartender who'd kept you happy and tipsy all night. "Don't worry 'bout it. 'S on the house," the man told you. You froze, looking up to him in confusion. "H-how?" you asked faintly, wondering how this handsome man who you'd spilled your life story to all night could possibly be offering drinks on behalf of the bar.

            "I'm Michael Gray. We own the pub," he threw you a shrug. "Well, Michael Gray, thank you for the company tonight," you smiled. "Wait, I never caught your name," he said breathlessly, rising to his feet as soon as you turned to leave, reaching out and capturing your wrist gently in his hand. "Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N," you told him quietly. "Maybe I'll see you around here?" he questioned softly, his eyes wide and slightly pleading. "Maybe you'll see me here Saturday night, sometime around eight. I may need some more help with the whole, 'going on' thing," you smirked. "Saturday night at eight it is," Michael whispered with a wink. A faint blush crept up your cheeks as you finally turned away from him. Perhaps your ex cheating was really just a blessing in disguise, or more of a happy accident than you thought. Only time would tell, but you had a good feeling about it. Life would go on.