Kiss it all better; young Michael x reader.

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He sits in his cell,And he lays on his bedCovers his head and closes his eyesHe sees a smoking gunAnd the coward he ranAnd in his arms is the bleeding,Love of his life, ~•        Shock

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He sits in his cell,
And he lays on his bed
Covers his head and closes his eyes
He sees a smoking gun
And the coward he ran
And in his arms is the bleeding,
Love of his life,
~•
        Shock. That's all that runs through your body as the man infront of you shakes, panic runs threw him as he drops the gun, his black eye meet yours as tears appear, with a shaking head he turns and runs,he never actually meant to shoot, only to scare you for your belongings but he let his anger get the best of him, his eyes land on the blonde beside you who stares shocked, quickly the man turns and runs, your eyes never leave his figure until it's gone, looking down you notice blood seeping threw your chest, furrowing your eyebrows you raise a hand to it and touch it, the warm and sticky feeling makes everything come true, shock and paranoia rises in you are your eyes meet the boys,

"M-Michael..." you cry out as you feel your knees give out, falling down on the ground as the pain finally seeps in, warm tears rise in your eyes as you take deep breaths,

The boy leaps, emotions running through him as he tells himself everything is alright, he pulls you close as gently as he can, body shaking as his eyes land on the open wound in your chest, dark red spilling out making it fall out, he can feel his throat tighten as he slowly rocks you both,

Your eyes stare at the sky, trying to ignore the pain as you can feel yourself slowly grow tired, this night wasn't supposed to be like this, your eyes land on the broken boy, you know you won't make it, your heart clenches as you know you won't be here to protect him, show him the good in this world, memories flood your head, making

       you cry out, "Kiss it all better,I'm not ready to go" your voice horse, a metallic taste in your mouth,

"I-I'm sorry....I'm so sorry...don't leave me" his voice broken, tears welling up in his eyes as your scared ones stare in his, your mouth slowly turning red as you let out a cough, "I-I'll get help, j-just be strong....I-I'm sorry please"

A small smile rises in your lips, as the tears fall, "It's not your fault love,You didn't know, you didn't know" you cry out, wiping away the tear from his eyes, 

"I love you Michael....always" you whisper out, you can feel yourself fade away, "I'm so cold....and tired"

"No, no no no....baby stay awake, help will be on the way" he cry's loudly, his hand grips your tightly, letting out a whimper at your coldness,

Her hands are so cold
And he kisses her face
And says "Everything will be all right"
He noticed the gun,
And his rage grew inside
He said "I'll avenge my lover tonight"
~•
       Leaning down he places a small kiss on your lips, your eyes shutting as you take in the warmth of his lips, your heart fluttering, the memory of your first kiss together makes a small smile on your face, you can remember how shy he was, how you both were nervous, both hearts beating fast as you both slowly meet, the joy you felt when he finally took your face in his hands, placing a soft lovingly kiss, you can remember the blush on his face, how his eyes showed so much love.

Pulling away Michael runs his toungue over his lips, clenching his eyes tight at the taste of metal and blood is strong, "everything will be okay love" he says, trying to believe it himself,

His eyes open, glossy as they stare at the object that just ruined his happiness, rage fills him as it mocks him, his jaw clenching as he holds you closer not caring how cold you are getting, all he can see now it red, wanting to chase down the man who took his happiness, his love. The only person that he truly ever let in, and trusted with his everything.

Now he sits behind prison bars
Twenty-five to life and she's not in his arms
He couldn't bring her back with a bullet to the heart
Of the back of a man and tore his world apart
He holds onto a memory
All it is, is a memory
Hey, hey
~•
        A yell rips through the halls in the prison, it's emotion make every other prisoner feel pity, the brokenness of it hitting home to some. Even some guards close there eyes as the cries grow quietly, the sadness evident. Michael falls on his knees, not caring of how dirty it must be, not caring how his cries are the only noise in this place,

     It feels as though his heart is being ripped out of his chest, it feels as though is shattered in pieces, cut up and thrown away left to rot. His breathing quickens as he pulls at his hair, his mouth open as he can't seem to let out cries, his mind pictures your (e/c) eyes, how they shined with life and happiness, how your voice would make silly jokes to have him laugh, or how you'd sing to him while running your hands threw his hair, how just your face would make his heart beat fast, butterflies in his stomach as you'd press your lips together.

He cries
Stay with me until I fall asleep
Stay with me
Stay with me until I fall asleep
Stay with me
Stay with me until I fall asleep
Stay with me
Stay with me until I fall asleep
Stay with me
~•
      The coldness on the cell makes goosebumps rise in his arms, but he doesn't care as he clenches his chest, letting out a scream again as he curls in a ball, the tears never end as he closes his eyes, he can remember how yours would stare in his, each morning making joy fill him, now all he fills is emptiness, heartbreak.

The coldness on the cell makes goosebumps rise in his arms, but he doesn't care as he clenches his chest, letting out a scream again as he curls in a ball, the tears never end as he closes his eyes, he can remember how yours would stare in his, each morning making joy fill him, now all he fills is emptiness, heartbreak.
~~~
Tonight he stares out the small window of the cell, the moon bright shinning directly in his call, the coolness brining comfort to him as the tears slowly fall, licking his lips he slowly reaches out a hand threw the bars, trying to touch the sky,

"P-please....come back to me....I miss you" he cries out, "I love you always..."

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