pairing : Michael Langdon x Witch!Reader
summary : After getting in an argument with the reader, Michael finds her in Robichaux (gah this summary is very brief but I donāt want to give away the plot)
warnings : angst!!!! (This is a sad one yāall) , character death, mentions of smut, some violence
a/n : I felt inspired to write this after listening to this song (which obviously is where the title is from) :
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They had tried so desperately to make it work. And it was not a lack of love that left their hearts aching and distant, for their love for one another was ever-flowing. Rather, it was their colliding morals and the fact that they were simply from different ends of the spectrum. She was light, her power emanating from the very essence of it. He was darkness, the epitome of it. They were simply never meant to intertwine. But they attempted to anyway.
The days were spent stealing glances of each other, taking in what they knew should not belong to them. Nights were spent exploring each otherās bodies, losing themselves within passion and love and if only for a few hours, forgetting the burdens of the war that raged between them. When Michael had lost everything to the witches, vowing to take everything back from them in a furious rage, he still came back to her. He let himself collapse in a heap of tears and vulnerability. She simply held him, stroking his hair and whispering caring phrases.
Their arrangement worked for a time. They were content with their secret affair. But after long, the two were bound to be plagued of thoughts of something more. Michael dreamed of ruling his apocalyptic world, with her by his side. He imagined her following him into the darkness. She believed in a world where he could find light. She knew there was some within him. His darkness hadnāt completely taken over. It was these conflicting thoughts that had eventually led to their demise.
But now, staring at the scene laid out before him, Michael couldnāt help but wonder how it had all gone so wrong. He stepped trepidly, weary of the crushed glass and blood that painted the room. When he reached a figure lying still beneath the window, it was if an icy claw had grasped his heart, freezing everything within him. His vision impaired by tears, and his world unstable with delirium, Michael sank to his knees. It was too much for him to process. His reality seemed to be collapsing on him. It was all too impalpable.
He remembered his last conversation with her so vividly. Every memory of her was vivid, but this memory burned into his mind with a searing intensity. It seemed to taunt him ruthlessly, reminding him of what he would never have again.
āMichael,ā her voiced had cracked with emotion as she spoke his name. It tore his heart to realize heād been the one to cause her this hurt. āI canāt do this Michael.ā She shook her head, tears threatening to spill out of her already reddened eyes. Michael, who had been standing at the opposite end of the room, was at her side in an instant. He grasped her faced with calloused hands, a silent and begging gesture. When she did nothing but close her eyes, Michael found the will to speak.
āI need you, (y/n). I always will. I love you,ā he lamented. She only shook her head once more, tears spilling in waterfalls down her cheeks.
āMichael, the problem is that I love you,ā she croaked out, āI canāt watch you destroy the world. But I canāt- I wonāt stop you.ā She moved her hand to rest on his, a last sentiment. āYou have to let me go,ā her words came out in a whisper, still loud enough for Michael to hear the heartbreaking emotion laced within them. Michael opened his mouth, ready to refute her statement, but before any words could leave his tounge, her very form dissipated in transmutation.
Michael promised himself heād see her again. Heād find her, heād reassure her, heād mend the broken pieces of their hearts. He couldnāt have imagined itād be like this. The idea of meeting her again under these circumstances, it was unfathomable to Michael. When heād entered Miss Robichauxās academy moments ago, ready to strike revenge, he had never forseen this outcome.
Everything had been still. The air. The light. It had all seemed frozen in time. A gentle blanket of quiet had begun to settle over the building, creating a peace that contradicted the bodies laying about. Not even cheerful birds dared to interupt the silence of the lives snuffed out.
Michael stood in the middle of it all, Ms. Mead by his side, a smudge of darkness within the white walls of Robichaux Academy. He displayed a twisted smirk on his lips, admiring their work. For once, he had achieved something. He had done something right in his fatherās name. It took all the will he had not to collapse and savor the sweet tendrils of victory. He knew he could not allow himself that, not when there was so much work yet to be done.
āYou took care of the witches upstairs?ā Michael questioned, voice low and laced with a premature confidence. Ms. Meadās gaze flitted to Michaelās icy one. Her lack of expression and reluctance to answer left Michael on edge. āWell?ā he pressed on once more.
āThey knew we were here. I only managed to get one before the rest of them escaped,ā the stocky women looked down in shame as she spoke. Her hands quivered slightly and her lip trembled in an unkempt display of remorseful abashment. Michael had just rested a hand on her shoulder, a gentle display of affection.
āItās not your fault Ms. Mead,ā he advised the woman before turning to saunter up the stairs. When he reached the room at the back of the hall, he stopped cold.
Michael now shook his head at the memory of just a few minutes ago. He couldnāt focus on his despair towards the choices heād just made, not when he was holding her. Not when he was gently stroking the hair off of her bloodied face. His heart ached as her pallor only intensified with every passing minute. She was slipping through his fingers once again. And just like the last time, it was because of his doing.
He wanted to snap with rage and mourning. He wanted to suffocate the life out of Miriam Mead, the only other woman heād grown to love in life. She was the one whoād pulled the trigger. She was the one who pierced through (y/n)ās body with a bullet. But he was the one who let it happen. Hell, heād commanded it. Miriam wouldnāt have known any better. No one would have. After all, the young coupleās love for each other had been nothing but a well kept secret.
Her soft whisper was what drew Michael out of his white hot fury. āMichael?ā her voice was surprised, as if she had only just now registered who was cradling her lethargic body.
āItās me,ā he fought over a choking sob. He let his had rest over her cheek, his thumb stroking gentle patterns. Her lips twisted into a sad smile.
She let out a wheezing breath then , followed by a a beat of silence. Gazing up at him with glazed eyes, her brows furrowed.
āMichael, I canāt die, I canāt leave you..ā she wheezed once more. He shushed her , holding her closer to his chest in a weak attempt to keep her safe.
āItās okay. Itās okay, my love.ā She only shook her head at his words before reaching a scarlet covered hand to his face.
āBut who will be left to love you?ā Her words left Michael choking over another sob. He pressed a kiss to her forehead before willing himself to speak again.
āItās okay, (y/n). Iāll be okay. You can let go now,ā he muttered, using all his might to be strong for her one last time. At his words, she seemed to relax. Her hand fell from his face in a gentle motion. The lids of her eyes fell ever so slightly. And before long, any jolt of life that Michael had sensed within her was gone. Michael was no longer holding his lively lover, but just her ghostly corpse.
A mournful, forlorn cry left Michaelās lips as he shuddered in a sob over her body. His heart, his very soul seemed to be fraying and splitting. There was nothing that could remedy this feeling. His wails echoed through the lifeless house, breaking the silence of the dead.
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