🎶: 'Good Enough' by Lifehouse
REALLY long one but it's nice TRUST ME... Cry with me 😭😭
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You ran up the stairs, Misha followed you. You knocked on your daughter's door furiously, calling her name out. Moments later, she opened it up and handed you a USB.
Before you could say anything she shut the door with full force. "See what is inside if you love me," You heard her say from the other side of the door.
You looked at the silver coloured USB in the palm of your hand then looked at Misha. He shrugged, sighing.
You both walked down the stairs, you went towards the living room while Misha aimed for the door.
You stood there awkwardly, Misha rubbed his neck, leaning against the wall. You walked towards him while you put your hands in the back pockets of your pants. "So... do you want to stay over or...?" You asked, with slight hesitation. You felt odd inside.
"I should go, I think I've caused enough damage," He said and you frowned, "But... I guess we should see what she out in that USB."
You both made your way to the living room and you plugged the USB into the computer that was connected to the TV. You don't have a satellite receiver, you stream channels if you need to. You and your daughter mostly watch stuff on Netflix.
Your heart thumped out of nervousness, you were afraid to see what your daughter wanted to show you and Misha.
Misha was sitting at the other end of the couch, you kept glancing to him and he got some sort of idea about what you really want.
"Come here [y/n], I won't bite," He smiled softly and gestured for you to sit beside him. You thought for a moment then scooted closer to him on the couch till your thighs touched each others.
You opened up the USB folder and found a file called '25 Years.mp4' stored inside. You clicked on it and opened it up.
There was a black screen but then a video started playing.
"Come on, you're such a coward Mish! Nothing is going to happen," You shouted out to Misha, who was fearful about skiing down the steep slope, "I did it and I'm fine!" He took a deep breath and moved forward. He came all the way down till at a point his skis dug into the deep snow and he flipped and fell. You gasped and went over to him then started laughing when his face was fully covered in snow. "I'm never doing that again," He grumbled and you helped him up.
Your heart thumped faster. You didn't realise that this video still exists.
Another video started playing, this time it was in a house at night. You could see you and Misha in the video, standing face to face. People were talking and smiling, having drinks and having a good time. "Everyone, I'd just like to say that the last three years have been the greatest three years of my life," Misha captured everyone's attention, "I'd like to do something before we have dinner." He looked for something in his pocket, then knelt on one knee in front of you. People started cheering quietly and you covered your face with your hands. "The reason the past three years have been great is because you were part of them. You're the only reason I have a smile on my face so would you be the person to make sure this smile never disappears?" Misha asked you, opening up a small box and putting it up towards you, "Will you marry me?" You nodded happily and he put the ring on your ring finger. He stood up and you kissed him, then hugged him excitedly. Everyone cheered-
There was a black screen again but then text faded in:
7 years of being friends, 3 years of dating, 1 year of being engaged, 13 years of being married... 1 year of knowing each other.
25 years... where did they go? Where did the perfection disappear to?
A video faded in and you stared at the TV screen with no comment. It was the one where you had sung 'Can't Help Falling In Love With You' by Elvis Presley for an film audition where your character sings.
A few seconds later the video changes but the song continues playing. It was a montage of old videos, and you immediately burst into tears.
Misha brought you closer to him and kissed your head. He felt emotional too, tears in his eyes.
There was a video of the time you and Misha had gone bowling, that time when you surprised him with your skills.
There was one where you were busy annoying him on the Supernatural set by following him around everywhere. He secretly liked the attention but he never admitted it.
Another one played where you secretly watched Misha as he knitted something in his room with full concentration, while singing to himself. You took a little video then burst in and surprised him. He was scared to bits. "Argh [y/n]! It was supposed to be a surprise," He sighed and you giggled, "Now go away before I push you out. And no more spying!"
You were watching the video of your vacation to Miami Beach in Florida. "Ooh someone-" You heard Misha say and suddenly the camera was knocked back with your hand pushing it. "I told you no videos of me!" You scolded him and he groaned. "But you look so good! Come on, PLEASE?! I need a memory of this," He pleaded and pouted and you sighed. You removed your hand from over the camera lens and he pointed it straight at you. You were wearing a black sun hat, with a black swim suit which showed quite a lot of skin. You were completely conscious, you regretted buying it even though Misha kept saying that you'd make everyone envious of how flawless you are. "How did I get so lucky?" He looked at you in awe and you rolled your eyes, smiling brightly.
You were sitting by a fireplace, cosy socks on your feet and wearing fuzzy sweater. The camera was pointed to the heated fire. Misha walked in with two cups of, you remember hot chocolate with marshmallows. He smiled widely as he sat beside you on the couch. He wrapped an arm around your waist and kissed your cheek. He started to poke your sides, which made the video all shaky. "M-Misha-a! STOP it! It's going to sp-spill!" You pleaded and he obeyed you surprisingly. "Just another perfect winters day," He commented and you turned the camera around and pecked him on the lips.
You laughed and moved around on the bed. "Baby what are you doing?" You asked and looked at him. He had his face nuzzled in your neck, his arms wrapped around your bare body. "What are you doing huh? I thought no phones in bed," He responded and you kissed his nose. "You're the one who said 'document everything for memories'," You imitated and he pushed your arm slightly. He pulled you closer to him and kissed your neck. "But it's so dark, you can't see anything. Doing a little post-fun in-bed video documentation?" He questioned and you grinned, nodding. He chuckled and moved over on top of you to kiss you. Your phone was knocked out of your hands and it fell onto the floor. "MISHA! It isn't even a month old! God I hope it's not broken."
The video of your wedding played too, your best friend was filming it with her phone. You walked down the aisle with your father by your side and Misha couldn't control the smile on his lips. When you reached him you noticed something. "Oh my-Is he crying?!" You heard your friend whisper to the person next to her in the video, "He's so adorable! Gosh, relationship goals honestly." You had wiped Misha's tears and told him to stop otherwise you'd be a crying mess too.
You smiled at your friend's comments. She was still really close to you. Well the part about goals... Not sure if it still applies to your relationship.
You felt another wave of tears, this time of pure sadness come over you but then the video changed-
You showed Misha a few cut out pictures and would put some which related to each other in front of him. You were trying out a game with him "You have to find a word that relates to all of them then form a sentence," You explained and he nodded. The first round had pictures of a goat, a chicken and a pig, and Misha said 'farm'. His sentence was: 'Old McDonald had a farm' and you laughed at him, accepting it in the end. The next round had pictures of a cooking pot, a knife and a saucepan and he said 'Kitchen'. His sentence was: 'I like the kitchen because it's got food'. "Wow great sentences!" You shook your head and playfully hit his shoulder, "Okay I think the game is fine for a four year old. Last round?" He nodded and you put pictures of a stroller, a baby bottle and those cute onsies in front of him. He said the obvious 'baby' and his sentence was 'Babies are cute and huggable'. You laughed a bit then bit your lip, "What about another sentence, maybe 'We are having a baby in March'?" He nodded his head as you looked at him with anxiety, "Yeah you could say that, oh I have another-Wait... Why are you looking at me like that?! W-Wait what? It's true? We're having a baby in March?!" You nodded your head and smiled widely, "YES WE ARE!" He walked over to you and hugged you tightly, pecking you on the lips. He had tears in his eyes and you got a bit teary too. "This is great! I'm so... Happy! They're cute and huggable and we'll have one of our own!," He said and you laughed, "So this game isn't for Maya's daughter?"
The video ended, replaced with another one. This one was quite darker, you couldn't see what was happening that clearly. "Guess who slept after watching his favourite movie and talking about you baby?" You whispered and giggled, "Daddy's sleeping like a baby." You stroked Misha's hair slowly and he stirred a bit. "Let me... sleep," He mumbled, getting more comfortable. His head was tickling your 8 month grown stomach. "Just to let you know that your father is a fussy sleeper and I have to use all my strength to wake him up," You looked into the camera, "If you have a nightmare come to me, and not him!" Misha groaned, "Please stop talking honey..."
And a series of videos played, now your daughter a part of your lives. The day she was born, her first birthday, her first day at pre-school, the time she fell off her bike and twisted her ankle, the day she won first prize for her sports day, her first performance in stage in the school play (Misha said that she's a born actress, just like mommy and daddy).
You were an emotional mess, Misha was the most emotional he could be. You both must felt... sad that you didn't think the divorce through properly. It was a hasty decision and you regret it so much.
'But I can't help falling in love with you...'
The song ended and a final video played. This one was more recent, your daughter was on screen in her bedroom.
"Hi mom, hi dad. If you're seeing this then I just want to say that you both are my role models. You both being together is... was so flawless and it aches that you aren't together anymore," Your daughter said, "You know, my friends look at you and say 'relationship goals', I'm not kidding. They used to say it... mot anymore."
She sighed and you sniffed, "You've always taught me to never give up but I find it ironic that the people who taught me that gave up themselves. You didn't think twice about separating? And what about me? Do you not care about me? I hate this separation and I would go to the ends of the earth to fix it. It's at times like these when I wish I had a sibling. At least then, there would be someone with mutual feelings as me."
"I'm sorry if I've done anything, if I've let you down and that's why you got frustrated and got a divorce. Like..." She paused, tears streaming down her face, "I've seen worse. Rebecca's family literally went through hell but her parents stayed together through out. It hurts when I go to my friends' houses and see their parents happy and so in love. I don't think I want to get married if it'll cause so much pain. If a love like yours could break then who knows what could happen."
"I mean, you've known each other for twenty-five years... I'm still sure you could make it to fifty," You daughter said and sighed, "I wish-"
"[y/d/n], movie is on!" You heard your voice muffled in the background. Your daughter bit her lip then sighed. She walked to the camera and waved at it, "I love both of you more than I love myself... Bye."
The video ended.
And there was silence throughout the whole house.
You hugged onto Misha tightly, sobbing into his chest. He rubbed his watery eyes then kissed your head. "What do we do Misha?" You said shakily, "I want... I want to be together again but how?"
"If you really want it, then we'll make it happen," He said, his voice hoarse from crying. There was silence amongst you once again then Misha asked, "C-Could I stay here for the night? It'll make [y/d/n] happy."
"Of course Mish, you don't have to ask," You answered, "I still have some of your clothes folded in my wardrobe."
He smiled. It was a smile you missed, one that made you happy as well. You both stood up and walked towards the stairs, making your way to your bedroom.
You handed Misha a pair of pyjamas. He noticed that they looked a little worn, the colour faded.
"I um, I have to confess that I wear your clothes sometimes. They just..." You ran a hand through your hair and he smiled, nodding his head and walking into the washroom.
You lay down on the bed, on your side and switched the bedside lamp off. You shut your eyes, a small smile on your lips. For the first time in a long time, your soul was at peace.
You heard a door creak but you were so consumed by your slumber that you didn't bother looking up.
Someone planted a soft kiss on your neck and you shivered slightly. You turned and found Misha staring at you, eyes wide open and watching your every move. "W-What's wrong?" You said groggily and he bit his lip.
"Nothing... this is happening after way too long," He explained and you nodded slowly, "I never got to lay down next to you or anyone else for that matter."
You furrowed your eyebrows, "Y-You didn't hook up for the past two years?!" You questioned, sitting up a bit. He shook his head, "I felt as if I was being unfaithful, even though it wouldn't affect you."
"Please, it would affect me... but it wouldn't matter," You said a little quietly. He moved closer to you, "Did you s-sleep with anyone?"
You chuckled then shook your head, "Funny that I felt the same way too." He continued to stare at you until he made his move.
You lay back down, hands wrapped around his neck while his were on you protectively. You tried to sit up but his grip and the force with which he was kissing you with was too strong.
"God I missed you a lot," He said breathlessly and you licked your lips. "Please stop talking," You raised an eyebrow and he smirked.
Let's just say that the night got VERY interesting.