COMPLETE | SEQUAL AVAILABLE
[ ↬ central cee x fem oc. ↫ ]
"you've got issues sweetheart, gotta fix em' before you try to fix mine"
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in which Oakley is struggling, and trying not to lose Michaela for good.
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Michaela had been sat at the foot of his bed for a while, just sipping on her coffee and checking her phone occasionally. Though she was more focused on the fact that Oakley hadn't moved or spoke since she entered. It was a minor thought but she was worried his tea was too cold to drink now aswell.
She had put it on the bedside table which he was facing but he was yet to make any moves for it. Then the woman sighed rather loudly despite her attempts to keep it quiet. Even though she wanted to just shout and drag him out of bed, it was best for her to leave him in silence for a while. He never did well with sudden noises either.
"Afternoon"
Suddenly and finally, Oakley spoke up in a hushed mumble and Michaela was so shocked she nearly dropped her mug on the carpet. Her head spun in the direction of him so fast she thought she may have gotten whiplash; he hadn't moved yet but at least he had spoken.
"I made you a tea earlier, it might be cold now though"
Slowly, the man pulled at the top of the duvet to move it away from his face and dropped once it reached his stomach, then sat himself up just enough to be able to drink steadily. Michaela had put her own drink down on the floor now having finished it and was just watching him contently. Oakley took a sip of the tea and made a face of disgust: it had definitely gone cold by now. The girl was still watching him as he sat with the mug in his two hands gazing back at her absentmindedly. Tear stains on his pillow were evident and the crumpled sleeves of his shirt showed the same look. It worried her quite a bit, considering he hadn't gotten this bad in a while.
"How long ago did you make it?"
Michaela simply blinked and ignored the question for a moment whilst Oakley stared back with questioning eyes.
"At least an hour Oaks, I've been here a while"
The corners of his mouth dropped a little lower than they already were at her reply, it made him feel guilty. She hated making him feel like that but it was stressful and tiring and she couldn't just hide her frustration all the time. He was hard work and he knew that.
" 'm sorry"
"Is alright yeah"
Oakley had put the cup back down by now and was just staring at his hands in his lap. He had a habit of counting each letter of the tattoos on his hands in awkward or frustrating situations to distract himself, which seemed to work well considering he didn't even hear Michaela talking.
"You there still yeah?"
He hummed quietly in reply, unable to muster the energy to speak again. The man had barely slept a wink and had finally got to sleep about an hour before Michaela came in; he simply could not close his eyes the entire night, not even for a second. His mind was too riddled with bad thoughts and traumatic images for him to even consider sleep. It was like torture, knowing he couldn't just sleep it away because it would follow into his dreams too.
Oakley felt the end of the mattress spring back up, prompting his eyes to look up again and refocuse. Michaela had gotten up and grabbed the two mugs and had begun walking towards the door again to go to the kitchen when he suddenly spoke and reached for her.
"Am comin with"
The man stood up out of bed surprisingly fast, barely catching himself on the bedside table before he fell back down again. The lack of sleep and nourishment had begun to get to him as a dizzy spell hit his head. He quickly recovered though, grabbing his hoodie from the day before off of the floor and throwing it over his head before trailing after Michaela. The only thing that motivated him at this point was the thought of tea. He really was a simple man.
