Toman's Black Cat

Y/n's POV

As I listened to everything Emma said, I realized I hadn't been able to remember something so crucial. It never occurred to me that things I might've known before are just not there anymore. 

I can't just not tell them. I want to always be honest no matter what. But I know….Mikey will never trust me again. Again, after he just said…it doesn't matter…I'm going to be alone again….

I felt him suddenly grab my hand and pull me out of the room with him. When we were back in his room with his door shut and locked, he remained silent in front of me for what felt like an eternity. Looking him in the eye when I knew what was coming felt impossible, so I stared at the floor instead as I waited for him to tell me to leave or worse.

Why do I even bother?

I jumped with shock when I felt him embrace me. "You went to try to help us, didn't you? You're like Takemitchy somehow, right?"

I felt stray tears roll down my cheeks out of pure relief as I slowly nodded to confirm what he said. He hugged me tighter as he laid his forehead against my shoulder.

"Thank you, Y/n.."

I wrapped my arms around him and rubbed soothing circles in between his shoulder blades. We stayed like that in peaceful silence before he hesitantly pulled away, like he thought of something that scared him. He gave me a quick but weak smile before turning to go out. I grabbed his hand with both of mine to stop him.

"Whatever hurt you're holding…you can share it with me, okay? We'll carry that burden together. Don't do it all alone when you don't have to."

He didn't seem to have the confidence to turn around, but he gave my hands a light squeeze before leaving anyway.

I know he's hurting. I know it, but I can't help but feel he's afraid to tell me what he's feeling because he thinks I'll leave him....

Everyone has darkness, but no one has to choose to stay in it. I do anything to help you…

Mikey's POV

I already know who she is and the heart she's always had. Even if I don't understand what she does, I'm not pushing her away again. I did that already and felt myself dying inside with each more horrible thing I had to endure.

Every time something big happened, I missed her. I miss the moment we had when she first told me she loved me and want to kill myself every time I remember how I didn't tell her right then and there that I love her too.

I can't let her go this time.

I won't let her go.

But it's terrifying to even think of opening up to her more.

I just need some time to think.