Michael visits you once a month. He has visited you once a month ever since you can remember. When you were young, he wpuld appear at the playground or on a field trip. As you got older he would pop up everywhere, from the pool to high school parties to the library when you studied quietly. He would always tell you the same thing before he left and it was the only constant in your life.
“These next 30 days without you will be hell on Earth, believe me…I know.”
Every single month. From Kindergarten to present day, when you’re nice a grown up. You would grow giddy on the day you knew he would arrive. You would dress nicely in your cutest outfit and do your makeup particularly well. You would curl your hair and wear your best earrings, hoping this would be the time where you would be allowed to take a picture of him or with him. Every time he would see you, he would say “I have never seen you look so lovely, darling.” And he would take your hand, leading you to your special place.
As you got older, he became more than a friend to you. You coordinated your meet ups to a point where were always in walking distance of your place. It is a small meadow, will flowing grasses and vibrant flowers, deep into the woods behind your house. Along the walk there, he would ask you a million questions and a million more, if time permitted. He would stroke your skin or ask you to whisper certain phrases or just stare at you in the light. He made you feel lile the only girl on Earth, though he had explained to you before, you were the only girl he wanted.
The last time you saw your green haired mystery, you had upset him. He had asked you to stay extremely still as you sat in your meadow. You obliged until his lips met yours. You had dreamt about that moment since you were a young girl and when he finally kissed you, something within you snapped. You wove your fingers into his hair and he had gasped, pulling you closer. You two kissed feverishly and passionately until you ended up in his lap, straddling him as the two of you kissed. At an unseen moment, he was gone from underneath you. You had looked up to see him a foot away from you, staring at you with wide eyes and red cheeks. “I can’t. I’m sorry. I am so sorry. I want to. It just…it isn’t allowed. These next 30 days without you will be hell on Earth, believe me…I know.” He said before disappearing in a burst of green flame.
You walked home alone, cheeks burning from your encounter, heart fluttering as it always did after you met Michael. You went up to your apartment after the trek home, grinning like an idiot. You walked around for a few moments, simply pacing. Then you squealed like a teenage girl, bubbles of happiness rising in your chest. You nearly ran to your calendar and marked the next month’s date with an ‘M’, wanting and wishing that he could come sooner. You stood in your gloomy seeming room, staring at everything and nothing, feeling the sadness creep up on you that he didn’t stay as long as he usually does.
Eventually, you found yourself curled up in bed, hugging your pillow, thinking of the way he stared at you. Just as you were about to succumb to sleep, you felt something beneath your pillow. You moved it between your fingers, feeling to see what it was; paper. You felt for the lamp and flicked it on, squinting against the burst of light. When your eyes adjusted, your heart did backflips and your jaw dropped as you read the note. There was no way you would be sleeping.
‘My dearest Y/N,
I am so sorry about today. Those things are simply not allowed for me. I want so badly to hold you in my arms once again and do what we did today, but it will mean terrible things. It will me punishment for me. But I have decided that every punishment is worth it. The next time I see your beautiful face, I will make love to you. It will be glorious and magical and wonderful, just as I have dreamed of it for so long. Punishment matters not to me, as long as I get to call you mine.
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