Mikey Way Oneshots

the ghost of you

December 1944

The band was playing an upbeat song and most of the people were dancing. But not me. I was sitting at the table and couldn't help but fear for the future. I knew, this whole event was to cheer us up before they went away to war but for me, it caused the complete opposite emotions. How should I be happy when I knew that Mikey would be fighting for his life in a useless battle? Germany was already losing why did they still needed new recruits?

I stirred my cocktail with the little stick and stared down at it grimly as I felt a warm body behind me. A short kiss was planted on my cheek, telling me that the person standing there was Mikey.

"Darling, smile a bit," he told me light-heartedly and put his arms around my waist while taking a seat next to me on the bench.

I leaned into the touch, savoring the few I would be able to feel before they had to go. I gave him a weak smile. "Don't waste your time with me and go to the boys."

Mikey rolled his eyes and pulled me closer. "I'm not wasting my time next to the person I love. Come on, let's go dancing."

With that, he got up again and offered me his arm. I giggled and took it. He guided me to the dancefloor where I could see Gerard and Lindsey dance past us, laughing uncontrollably at their inability to move properly. That put an honest smile on my face and I looked up to my boyfriend.

Mikey took my right hand in his and placed the other on my back while I put my left hand on his shoulder. We waited for the next song to start and just stared into each others eyes for the moment. I would never get tired of the little brown dot in his right eye you could only see when you looked closely. Oh, how I hoped that the war was over already and Mikey never had to leave me. Than, we could stay together at our house we just bought and live our life. Instead I had to worry whether I would ever see him again.

The next song started and Mikey pulled me even closer before moving us slowly to the beat, the soft smile never leaving his lips. His eyes stayed glued on me like I was the most precious thing in his life. My heart beat faster than normal at this expression. And despite his soft eyes, he leaned down to kiss me with a nearly desperate passion. In the middle of the dancefloor but we didn't care about the people around us for the moment. I kissed back with the same force, as if it was our last kiss, when it was very likely to be one of the last ones but I pushed that thought as far away as possible.

After we pulled away to get some air back in our lungs, Mikey rested his forehead against mine.

"I will come back home to you, I promise," he whispered so close to my lips that I could feel his uneven breaths on my lips.

Unable to respond, I nodded and pressed my face in his chest. I would not cry already I told myself.

In contrast to my mood at the beginning of the evening, the ball was pretty much fun and we managed to ignore the Damocles sword of war over our heads for most of the night. Gerard convinced me to dance with him what turned into a complete disaster while Lindsey and Mikey shook themselves with laughter, watching us. Gerard and I both had our faces scrunched up in pain as we got back to our significant others from the amount of times we had stood on the other's toes.

But like every good things, it had to end far earlier than I wanted it to and we lined up to say our goodbyes.

Mikey kissed me like he did on the dancefloor, cupping my cheeks gently with his large hands I could never imagine holding a rifle. But they would be far too soon.

I clung to him like my life depended on it. In a certain sense it did and he knew that as well. "Please don't leave me."

And suddenly I was crying. Mikey hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear: "I have to, Y/N. I love you."