Had Marcel come looking? I don't know, but now I didn't care. It had been two months since I left and today was the day of one exact year. Not that it matters anymore. I have a new boyfriend, I'm going to school again, I have a job. Things are finally starting to look up for me, and not only to come crashing back down. Emma and I had lost touched, as well as Marcel, Harry and I. In fact, I've started to forget how any of them look like.
"Hey babe, you're home from work early!" Michael smiled, wrapping an arm around me as his pressed his lips to my temple. I smiled, giving him a quick peck as I set my purse down, throwing my keys onto the table.
"I got the day off, some girl needed training so I was sent home!" I exclaimed happily, pulling off my button up which left me in only a tank top and my tight fitting jeans. Michael scanned my body, biting his lip as he met my eyes once more. I knew exactly what he wanted and even though I moved on, I still couldn't let anybody but Marcel take me like that. Pathetic really but it was my rule about my body so I kept it.
"Michael?" I asked, snapping him from his daze as his crystal blue eyes met mine. Such a contrast from my golden irises but a beautiful combination in my opinion. I knew what he wanted and I knew he would wait, I just didn't know how long. I didn't want to make him wait to long or else he would leave to find someone who could satisfy him but I just couldn't, I wasn't ready.
"Sorry..." he mumbled sheepishly as I laughed lightly, walking up as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I pressed my lips to his as he gently kissed me back. His hands massaged my hips gently and the feeling was igniting. The excitement that gathered with it was enthralling. His kisses made me feel alive. It was adorable actually. He would always hesitate where to settle his hands, afraid of violating me. Once he found an appropriate space, his hands would gently pull me closer, as my hands tabled through his hair.
After a few moments, I pulled away, keeping my arms wrapped around his neck.
"When I'm ready..." I whispered, leaving a peck on the corner of his lip. He nodded, his eyes fluttering shut as he rested his forehead against the top of my head. We stood, wrapped in one another's embrace for several minutes before I pulled away, looking into his eyes.
"When will you be ready? I'm not trying to push you but you're just so beautiful, and wel-," He paused, his cheeks tinting a fainted pink which I found to be extremely cute. I laughed lightly, giving him a quick peck to the cheek before removing my arms from him.
"What are we having for dinner?" I asked, sitting at the island, as he hurried to the stove.
"Your favorite!" He implied as I gasped, clapping like a little girl who just received a unicorn for her birthday. Barbeque chicken, mashed potatoes. He knows me so well. He laughed at my reaction as I finally calmed down, settling my head on my folded arms. I was so tired. I knew taking a job at a magazine company, which happens to be the most popular one in the country, would be a struggle but nothing like this. I couldn't blame the job though. I took this load on myself and I have to go through with it.
I woke up, my throat dry and my body heavy with tire. Had I fallen asleep? I looked around, my eyes barely opened as I looked around. The smell of food filled the air and it made my stomach grumble loudly, desiring any type of food. As if answering my previous question, Michael explained how I had fallen asleep and that dinner would be done in five minutes. I nodded, thanking him as I jumped down from the stool to go change from my uncomfortable work attire.
I hurried into the bedroom, stripping from my tank top and skirt, replacing it with minimum yet still present clothing. I pulled on my white, knee high socks, pairing it with Michael's over sized white button down which reached my mid thigh. I removed all my makeup, hurrying my hair into a messy bun, looking in the mirror. I looked like hell, and Michael wasn't picky which is what I liked about him. He liked me for me.
I hurried out of the bedroom, and to the dining table where two plates were set out. I sat down, quickly digging in. I should probably wait for him to sit down but the guy knows I love my food. I quickly finished and by the time he sat down, I was finished with my dish. Michael's jaw fell open, laughs leaving both of our lips.
"Whoops..." I laughed, shrugging my shoulders as I slipped my empty plate into the sink.
"Sorry babe, but I'm going to, er take a shower." I lied, wrapping my arms around him from behind and pressing my lips quickly to just beneath his ear before hurrying into the bedroom. I locked the door, stripping from my clothes and pulling on Marcels over sized, tan jumper which reached just above my knees. I don't know if this helped me move on but letting out what I felt every once in a while helped me from exploding. I sat on the bed, holding the material close to me as I began speaking. I whispered, making sure Michael didn't hear me and I must have looked like an idiot in that moment.
"Nobody can hear me, I look like an idiot and yet I do this routinely. I talk to you when I know you can't hear me. You're probably in Florida, moved on with your life. God Marcel, you don't understand. I want you as far from me as possible but I want to keep you near. I miss you so bad. I miss you smile and I shed a tear every once in a while. Even though it's different now, you're still here somehow because my heart won't let you go and I need you to know I miss you." I spoke, inhaling the material of his jumper which still smelled of him.
If only Michael knew. I looked down at my left ring finger, shedding a single tear. Michael had not one clue that I was engaged. He was sweet and all, and I loved him dearly but Marcel and I had a past nobody could compete with. We had something I couldn't find with anybody else.
I decided to refrain from continuing because I knew if I did, I would go into hysterics. I missed him so much and I didn't think of him nearly as much as I did, but each time I did now, it brought back bitter yet sweet memories.
I heard a knock on the front door and I sighed, going to get it. Michael would be crashed out on the couch, most likely. I hurried into the living room and sure enough he lay asleep on the cushions. I hurried to the front door as another knock echoed through the house. I opened it, groaning as I began speaking.
"What do you wa-, Marcel?" I gasped, looking up at the tall figure I missed so much.