There's No Such Thing As Too Young

*Mike's POV*

"Mike, where are you taking me?" Millie asked from the passenger seat of my car, with a blindfold over her eyes.

"It's a suprise." I simply replied, noticing we didn't have much further to drive.

"Tell me."

"No, I've already told you it's a suprise."

"I have a right to know if it concerns my well being."

"Too bad."

"Mike."

"Millie."

The bickering continued for another few minutes, before I reached our destination, stopping the car and helping my girlfriend out of it.

"Are we on grass?" She asked, holding onto my arm tightly.

"Yeah."

I guided her slightly further, before stopping.

I pulled away and stepped behind her, untying the knot but not letting the blindfold drop away from her eyes.

"Are you ready?" I asked her, smiling.

"Yeah." As the words fell past her lips, I dropped the material, letting her see where we were.

She gasped.

"Mike." She cried, falling to her knees infront of the grave.

I fell beside her, pulling her to me.

I brought Millie to her Grandmothers grave, hoping that it would help today.

She delicately ran her fingers over the words on the headstone, tracing each individual letter.

"How did you find it?" She asked quietly, still focusing on her Grandmother.

"Fiona told me."

"Did you put these flowers here?" She asked me, touching the bouquet of vibrant plants.

"Yeah, I stayed and had a little chat with her yesterday morning. I told her that we'd be visiting, and I told her how much you missed her."

"She should still be here."

"I know, Baby, I know." I said, holding her close to my side.

I continued to comfort her as she spent spent at the grave, talking to her Grandmother like she was really here.

I wished she was.

I hated seeing the girl I love hurting.

Wait, love?

Where the hell did that come from?

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