Shinigami ◊ M.C.

09 ;

Michael Clifford

Love is a weird thing when you think about it. It's basically a mix of chemical reactions inside of your brain that only leads to two things in life; happiness or heartbreak.

Michael didn't understand love, and often mocked humans when they claimed they were in love yet would do something that proved otherwise.

Many deaths have occurred over heartbreaks. Whether it be at their own hands or the hands of the heartbroken, either way they all end up in the same place.

So when Michael felt his heart flutter in his chest whenever Allison would glance at him, or the feeling of adrenaline that coursed through his veins as she rubbed his back, he began to question everything he's believed in.

The first being that love was a ridiculous concept.

He knew that it wasn't love yet, but Celeste's words replayed in his mind as he laid on the couch with Allison fast asleep on his chest, he thought about it more and more.

He thought of how even the smallest seed could eventually blossom into the largest and most exquisite form of beauty out there.

So he had hope. Something that was foreign to him, but he was going to embrace it for the time being. Not only did Celeste say that she would cover for him, but she believed in it as well.

But Michael didn't even know what it is. Was it even possible for them to be together? And even if it was, she had less than six months left. And then Michael would be forced to take her life.

End her life and take her soul to the Underworld, where she would never experience another beautiful sunset like the one she was rambling about earlier, or eat another ice cream cone and complain about her chest freezing.

Where she would never take another breath because she would be dead at the hands of Michael. He didn't know how or even when exactly, but he could feel it. Each and every minute ticked by, she had less to live.

Michael clenched his jaw as he laid there, Allison still asleep on his chest and her hair slightly in his face but he didn't mind. He didn't mind anything that she does that others would find annoying.

He thought it was adorable how she scrunched her nose when she was bored, or the way she would bite her nails or laugh way too loudly, and he hated it.

Because he didn't want to grow too attached to her, only to take her away from everything she's ever loved and appreciated it. Allison groaned as she stirred, rolling over so her back was towards Michael and he smiled at her actions.

She sat up abruptly and checked her phone, only to sigh and fall back down and tugged the blanket over her so her body was covered, and shifted so she could look at Michael.

"Do you ever sleep?" She asked, her voice groggy and Michael nodded his head as she continued staring at him.

"We can sleep if we want to, but we don't ever feel tired really. Just our energy is drained sometimes, but we don't need to sleep as mortals do." Michael explained, and Allison nodded as she yawned and stretched her legs out.

"Luke comes home within an hour or too. He was visiting his family for the night. I think the oldest is getting married." Allison said, attempting to run her fingers through her hair but it was much too snarled and she scowled as she stood.

"Um, I'm going to shower, I guess. Just wait here." She instructed, awkwardly leaving Michael alone sitting on their couch and he looked around the apartment as he waited.

Pictures of her and Luke in various locations littered the walls and shelves around the cozy apartment, and Michael felt his heart sink at the realization that she had a boyfriend who she was extremely devoted to.