I Am Not Alright, and I Would Rather
Epilogue: If It Ain't You Then Who's Gonna Love Me?
I slowly stood up and put the box containing the ring back in my pocket. I turned around and started to walk away, allowing the tears to freely fall from my eyes.
"Mike!" Tony called, "Wait! Don't go!"
I kept walking though, I didn't want to face him right now, or ever really. Why did I think he wanted to marry me? I couldn't stop crying, I felt like I was losing him all over again. Maybe it was too soon, maybe I waited to long. Either way, I messed up, I ruined a perfect thing.
"Michael stop!" he cried, I could almost hear the desperation in his voice. He grabbed my hand and twirled me around.
His face would've broken my heart, if it weren't already broken. He was gnawing on his bottom lip, something I know he only did when he was sad or scared, and his eyes were filled with tears. I don't know how to respond to this.
He threw his arms around my neck and buried his head in my chest. I didn't respond, I don't know how again. What is he doing?
"Mikey I'm sorry!" he cried into my chest, "I didn't know what to do! I never imagined you ever doing that! I was shocked into paralysis. I love you so much Mike! And if the offer still stands, I'd love to marry you."
I felt an extreme weight lifted from my shoulders, he did want to marry me. I instantly wrapped my arms around his waist, "Of course it still stands."
~*3rd person POV*~
Mike still remembers that day like it was yesterday, even though it was 11 years ago, not quite to date, but close enough. After their engagement, Mike and Tony went on the world tour and everything was perfect. They hired someone to plan the wedding while they were gone, so they could get married as soon as they returned from tour.
It was a small wedding, both families were in attendance and a bunch of close friends. It wasn't nearly as fancy as Vic and Jaime's wedding had been. Austin, Jaxin and Jaime were Tony's groomsmen and Vic, Cam and Kellin were Mike's.
After the ceremony they partied like liquor and loud music were going out of style. It was the best night of both of their lives, they had been through so much, they deserved it, to be happy that is. Little did they know, it would all be over too soon.
Yes, that's right because today, on what would've been their 10th wedding anniversary, Mike was burying his one true love, his best friend, his Tony.
Tony's death had been completely unexpected, completely out of the blue and that's what made it so much worse. He had gone out drinking with Jaxin and a bunch of other friends from Key Street. After Pierce the Veil broke up a few years earlier, Tony began working full time on Key Street with Jaxin, and they were out to celebrate the new line. Mike had been invited of course, but declined because he hadn't been feeling well all day.
Tony drew the short straw and had to act as the designated driver of the night. The accident wasn't his fault, the other driver was drunk and swerved left of center, crushing the drivers seat, causing Tony's lungs to implode. The other four involved, Tony's three passengers and the other driver walked away with few injuries.
Mike remembered when he got the phonecall. It had been Jaxin that called, for he was the most sober out of the three;
"Hello?" Mike said, wondering who would be calling at 3 in the morning. The number was private, so he knew it wasn't Tony.
"Mike? It's Jaxin," the voice filled the speakers, he sounded somber, like he was about to cry, "You need to get to the hospital, it's Tony. It's bad."
Mike was in such a daze, he doesn't remember the drive to the hospital, or what the doctor's told him when he got there. But he does remember seeing Tony, that image that will forever plague his nightmares.
Mike's heart stopped cold at the sight of his lover. His skin was so white, it was tinted blue. The amount of tubes coming from his body, the slow beeps of his heart monitor, the dried blood caked in his hair, his eyes were taped shut. It didn't take a genius to know he was close to death.
Mike ran over and took his beloved's hand, he gently stroked his thumb as he contemplated what his final goodbye would be.
"Tone?" he whispered, his voice cracking ever so much, "I love you darling, you know that right? I'm sorry this had to happen to you, all of our plans got cut short it seemed. But the time we shared together was the time of my life. Don't forget to take my heart when you go, I won't be needing it anymore. Goodbye Turtle, I love you, never forget me, I know I'll never forget you."
And with that, the monitor flat lined. Mike broke down crying at the sight of his dead husband. He cradled his head in hands as the other came rushing in.
And now, Mike looked down at the unmarked grave, the tombstone wasn't going to be put in for another few days. He was the last one left at the cemetery, everyone else had left hours ago, leaving Mike alone. He sank down to his knees as sobs racked his body, what would he do without his best friend, his other half?
Mike never knew the answer to that question, he spent the rest of his days stumbling through life. He never remarried, he never even attempted to date again. He just carried on alone, the best he could. Until one day, at age 73, he passed away in his nightmare ridden sleep.
Fin.
"Mike!" Tony called, "Wait! Don't go!"
I kept walking though, I didn't want to face him right now, or ever really. Why did I think he wanted to marry me? I couldn't stop crying, I felt like I was losing him all over again. Maybe it was too soon, maybe I waited to long. Either way, I messed up, I ruined a perfect thing.
"Michael stop!" he cried, I could almost hear the desperation in his voice. He grabbed my hand and twirled me around.
His face would've broken my heart, if it weren't already broken. He was gnawing on his bottom lip, something I know he only did when he was sad or scared, and his eyes were filled with tears. I don't know how to respond to this.
He threw his arms around my neck and buried his head in my chest. I didn't respond, I don't know how again. What is he doing?
"Mikey I'm sorry!" he cried into my chest, "I didn't know what to do! I never imagined you ever doing that! I was shocked into paralysis. I love you so much Mike! And if the offer still stands, I'd love to marry you."
I felt an extreme weight lifted from my shoulders, he did want to marry me. I instantly wrapped my arms around his waist, "Of course it still stands."
~*3rd person POV*~
Mike still remembers that day like it was yesterday, even though it was 11 years ago, not quite to date, but close enough. After their engagement, Mike and Tony went on the world tour and everything was perfect. They hired someone to plan the wedding while they were gone, so they could get married as soon as they returned from tour.
It was a small wedding, both families were in attendance and a bunch of close friends. It wasn't nearly as fancy as Vic and Jaime's wedding had been. Austin, Jaxin and Jaime were Tony's groomsmen and Vic, Cam and Kellin were Mike's.
After the ceremony they partied like liquor and loud music were going out of style. It was the best night of both of their lives, they had been through so much, they deserved it, to be happy that is. Little did they know, it would all be over too soon.
Yes, that's right because today, on what would've been their 10th wedding anniversary, Mike was burying his one true love, his best friend, his Tony.
Tony's death had been completely unexpected, completely out of the blue and that's what made it so much worse. He had gone out drinking with Jaxin and a bunch of other friends from Key Street. After Pierce the Veil broke up a few years earlier, Tony began working full time on Key Street with Jaxin, and they were out to celebrate the new line. Mike had been invited of course, but declined because he hadn't been feeling well all day.
Tony drew the short straw and had to act as the designated driver of the night. The accident wasn't his fault, the other driver was drunk and swerved left of center, crushing the drivers seat, causing Tony's lungs to implode. The other four involved, Tony's three passengers and the other driver walked away with few injuries.
Mike remembered when he got the phonecall. It had been Jaxin that called, for he was the most sober out of the three;
"Hello?" Mike said, wondering who would be calling at 3 in the morning. The number was private, so he knew it wasn't Tony.
"Mike? It's Jaxin," the voice filled the speakers, he sounded somber, like he was about to cry, "You need to get to the hospital, it's Tony. It's bad."
Mike was in such a daze, he doesn't remember the drive to the hospital, or what the doctor's told him when he got there. But he does remember seeing Tony, that image that will forever plague his nightmares.
Mike's heart stopped cold at the sight of his lover. His skin was so white, it was tinted blue. The amount of tubes coming from his body, the slow beeps of his heart monitor, the dried blood caked in his hair, his eyes were taped shut. It didn't take a genius to know he was close to death.
Mike ran over and took his beloved's hand, he gently stroked his thumb as he contemplated what his final goodbye would be.
"Tone?" he whispered, his voice cracking ever so much, "I love you darling, you know that right? I'm sorry this had to happen to you, all of our plans got cut short it seemed. But the time we shared together was the time of my life. Don't forget to take my heart when you go, I won't be needing it anymore. Goodbye Turtle, I love you, never forget me, I know I'll never forget you."
And with that, the monitor flat lined. Mike broke down crying at the sight of his dead husband. He cradled his head in hands as the other came rushing in.
And now, Mike looked down at the unmarked grave, the tombstone wasn't going to be put in for another few days. He was the last one left at the cemetery, everyone else had left hours ago, leaving Mike alone. He sank down to his knees as sobs racked his body, what would he do without his best friend, his other half?
Mike never knew the answer to that question, he spent the rest of his days stumbling through life. He never remarried, he never even attempted to date again. He just carried on alone, the best he could. Until one day, at age 73, he passed away in his nightmare ridden sleep.
Fin.
Notes
#curveballHehe! Well that's all folks~ :D Just remember, I love you.
Title Cred: Sleeping With Sirens
I fucking loved this story you are a natural talent!!!! :)
2/18/14