𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 • (byler)

035

"i wish i were..."

"michael! wake up!" karen exclaimed.

mike blinked his eyes open and looked up at her. he was still on the couch in the basement and it was around 9 PM.

"you've been sleeping down here for hours, i just wanted to make sure that you were okay." karen explained

"oh. yeah. i'm just not feeling well." mike answered.

"do you want me to take your temperature?" karen asked and felt her son's head and cheeks.

he wasn't warm, but he didn't look good.

"no, i just want to sleep, mom." mike shook is head.

"okay, but i think you should go up to your room. are you hungry? you didn't eat any dinner." karen asked.

mike shrugged at her question, feeling hungry, but also wanting to lie in his bed and forget everything.

"come on, i'll heat you some leftovers from tonight, i made chicken." karen offered and walked upstairs with her son.

mike sat at the table with his chin resting on his arms. karen gave him his food and sat with him as he ate.

"did something happen at school today?" karen asked.

mike shook his head as he slowly ate.

"is it something that happened here at home?" karen furrowed her eyebrows.

mike just sighed and rubbed his eyes, trying to stop the tears.

"mike?"

"no, it's nothing that happened here."

"well, what else could it be?"

"it's will." mike muttered.

he started crying again and karen went over to him. she wrapped her arms around him, and held him as he cried into her shirt.

"shhh, hon, it's okay let it out." karen rubbed his cheek and brought him over to the couch.

she sat down with him and rubbed his back as he let the tears out.

mike cried and cried and cried, until he finally fell asleep in his mother's arms, with his heart still broken.

word count: 316
look at karen being mom goals doe.