Mikey

As Long As I Have Its Back, None Of Us Are Ever Gonna Lose

mikey?”

“hm?” his acknowledging hum doesn’t interrupt the motion of his nimble fingers mindlessly twirling your hair.

you look up at him from where you lay on his clothed chest, your head rising and falling gently with every breath he takes, a lovely reminder that he’s still here and he’s still yours.

his eyes are shut softly, but you know that he’s far from asleep because a disastrous mind like his never rests. you can only wonder what’s going on up there behind that still poker face, beyond the surface of his brain, and past his broken soul.

you call out for him again, wanting to see what stories his eyes hold for you to decipher today. “open your eyes for me, my love.”

he does that just, a second not having a chance to pass before his gaze is settled on you and the sight alone makes you shudder.

you smile up at him, looking at the eyes of a life lived twice, but still mirroring the same emotions. “i love you.”

the smile that possesses his face is known as rare to others, but to you, it’s another ver