Cody Fern Imagines

Lonely: Michael Langdon

You were tired of feeling like this...like you were invisible unless you were needed for something. It was the same thing everyday wake up and take care of your little brother so he wouldn't face Venable's rath for his mental illness and then it was on to your mother who could hardly move by herself but you loved both of them so you didn't mind. The few friends you had only talked to you when they were alone or needed something.

Every night you cried yourself to sleep wishing that you didn't feel so alone and that you had someone to talk to about the things that were on your mind. Things started to look up when Michael arrived at the Outpost, even though you avoided him knowing that he was only there to save the purples and not the helpers. He had sought you out one night while you were in the library and to your surprise instead of yelling at you for avoiding him, he sat and talked with you, and honestly, it felt like you two had known each other forever.

Michael wondered why sadness radiated off of you so much, from what he's witness and read about you, you had one of the kind souls in the outpost and you were the only one who didn't seem afraid of him. He had finished an interview with someone he clearly wasn't bringing to the outpost and was hoping to spend some more time with you because he really enjoyed spending time with you.

"Not to sound rude, but why do you spend so much time with me?" You asked Michael not used to being shown this much attention in a long time.

Michael opened his mouth to say something but then shut it because everything made sense to him now. You were lonely and getting screamed at almost 24/7 didn't help, had this been anyone else he would've thought they were pathetic but not you. He made his way over to where you were sitting.

"Angel when is the last time you were shown affection?" He asked kneeling in front of you.

"Not since before the apocalypse since then it's just mainly fake I love you's and thank you's or getting screamed at. It would just be nice to feel appreciated sometimes." You said quietly.

Michael saw parts of his old self within you right now and he hated it for two reasons. He never wanted to feel like that weak boy that was left for dead by his grandmother and two he hated that someone like you felt this way when all you ever did was care for these people especially as someone as evil as him.

He gently wrapped his arms around you and pulled you as close to him as possible. He held you as tightly as he could wanting to make sure you knew how much he cared for you and how much more you deserved.