Three weeks. Three weeks of not seeing him. Three weeks of not hearing the beautiful sound of his voice. Three weeks of pushing myself to fall out of love, but failing every time.
It was confirmed that it was impossible for me to ever stop loving Michael Clifford.
My mind floods with his smile, his eyes, his colorful hair, his hands that I used to hold whenever I wanted. It's like he was grasping me as we were falling off the edge of a cliff and he let me go because he simply didn't care at all anymore.
My mind floods of what he said months before he broke the promise:
Y/n, that's impossible. I will love you with everything I have...forever. I promise.
Lies. It's all lies. Michael Clifford is a liar.
Michael's POV
It's been three weeks. I feel so empty. I thought everything would be better when I ended things with y/n. I thought I wasn't good for her. I thought that it would benefit her. I haven't seen her in three weeks and I'm longing for her touch. What did I do?
Stupidity is written right on my forehead. I let the one who means the most to me go. Why did I do that when we were both perfectly fine? Once again, I've let insecurity take control of my thoughts, leading both of us to heartbreak.
I am still clueless of what y/n meant of me being a promise breaker. It repeats in my head over and over.
I can't be with a promise breaker anyway.
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to see her. I need y/n.
Y/n's POV
The sound of knocking at my door filled my ears as I got up and opened it to reveal the boy who broke my heart. Although I have been sad about this whole situation, I couldn't show it to him. I couldn't show that I'm weak, even though I know I am.
I couldn't bare to see his face without my tears filling to the brim of my eye lids, so I tried to shut the door as quickly as I could. With him being much stronger than me, he held the door open and quickly walked into my house.
"Michael, what are you do-"
I was quickly cut off by him swiftly pulling me close to his body in the form of an embrace. The feeling of butterflies in my stomach when I feel his touch has never left.
He whispered, "I'm so sorry, y/n."
I pulled away from him crying and said, "For what? You can't control your feelings, Michael. You can't apologize for something you can't control, but you can apologize for breaking promises."
"What promise?"
"You promised that you would love me with everything you have forever."
The look of realization came upon Michael's face.
He spoke, "But I did keep that promise and I still do today."
"I get that you don't love m- wait what?!"
"I said I did keep that promise."
"But you said love doesn't last forever. You can't just walk in here and tell me that you love me again after three weeks. It doesn't work like that. What if I was already getting over you? What if I already found someone new?"
Sadness filled his eyes and he asked, "Did you?"
"Maybe."
"Oh. I just thought that you would be happier without me. I thought that I'm not good for you and I guess I was right. Sorry for this, y/n. I really am, but just know that I kept that promise. I love you."
He started to head for the door.
"Michael!" I called.
He turned to face me as I went up to him and said, "I love you, too."
"Wait what? I thought you found someone new?"
"I didn't. I just wanted to see what you would say."
"Oh god, y/n. Don't ever do that to me again."
"Sorry," I giggled.
Our lips were a few inches away from touching.
"I love you, y/n."
"I love you, too."
"It's impossible to stop loving you,
y/n."
He closed the gap between us as happiness filled our minds.
