TW- Self-harm
I love Michael. I love the way he walks, talks and acts. The way he carries himself. I always thought he was invincible, like I would never see him cry or show weaknesses. But I look at this broken boy in front of me, that image disappears. I've been there through the pain and pleasure. The hatred and heartfelt moments. But nothing could have prepared me for that look on his face. The look of self-loathing, as he drags the knife across his arms. I run towards where he's sitting and snatch the knife away. The knife has blood around the edges. His arm is dripping with glistening red droplets. I wrap him in my arms and whisper, trying to keep my voice calm and soothing, "Oh, Michael. Baby, why'd you do that?" "I deserve it." He whispers back.
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Noah x Michael / Noachael oneshots
RomanceMost will be fluff and maybe some angst :) Warnings will be at the beginning of each chapter.
