What have I done? I can't take that back.
You were worried, but you knew that it wasn't right to take out your concern for Michael out on your squip.
She said I was just a computer. But that's what I am now, isn't it? I made my choices. She doesn't deserve me. I'm just what I was when things were different. A malfunctioning, suicidal piece of trash. He's right about that. Maybe if I just... Give up... She won't be held back anymore.
You almost felt bad for the squip. Sure, it was just an overly expensive computer, but you didn't act like that often. But frankly, it always flaunted its supposed lack of emotion.
ARE YOU GIVING IN?
... Yes. Also?
WHAT?
Make her feel better. And look like Jared from Dear Evan Hansen and-
DON'T WORRY. WHATEVER I DO, I WILL BE MUCH BETTER AT IT THAN YOU.
And last night, it seemed so tired.
JUST STOP BREATHING. CLOSE YOUR EYES. YOU'VE HAD A MUCH LONGER RUN THAN YOU WERE EVER MEANT TO.
I close my eyes, but I never stop breathing. I don't think I ever will.
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Sev Elev- Michael Mell x Reader
FanfictionI dunno if anyone else thinks this, but there are not enough Michael Mell x Readers. So I wrote this. Anyway, you are the girl at the Seven Eleven that Michael goes to for his slushies every day. This will probably be one-shots with a slight storyl...
