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More Than You Could Ever Know
I heard a rustling outside my balcony but I thought nothing of it. I rolled onto my side
and sighed. Everything raced through my mind all at once. I couldn't tell what the right thing
to do was. I couldn't tell what I wanted to do for myself. Suddenly I heard a sharp tapping
noise right outside my balcony. I flipped over and was surprised to see nothing but a dark
figure. Of course I knew who it was. His shape was all too familiar. I rolled off my bed and
tiptoed to the glass door that separated me and the figure. I slid it open and stepped outside
as a cool wind breezed by and sent my hair fluttering around my face.
"Michael...what are you doing here?!" I asked him, not bothering to brush my hair away from my
face.
Michael lifted a hand and placed it on the side of my face. He used his thumb to gently brush
away the hairs as I closed my eyes to bask in the moment.
"Michael...you know you're not supposed to be here. If my parents find out..." I gulped at the
thought of my parents spotting me and Michael alone. My parents never liked Michael. He didn't
fit in. He wasn't rich or arrogant like my family, instead he was hardworking, modest, and to
me he was perfect in every way possible.
Michael dropped his hand from my face and grunted. He paced around me and I stood there
looking down. In a quick movement he whipped around and grabbed me by the shoulders.
"Gabby...I know your parents don't like me, heck, I know your whole family hates me, but does
that make you love me any less?" He looked down into my eyes with a bewildered look within
them. His eyes were light brown, almost caramel colored. Even in the dark I could make out
what the color was.
I sighed and replied, "No..."
"So then why?! Why do you care what they think? What's important is what you want!" Michael
hissed.
Michael and I have been secret lovers for a while now. I loved him more than anything but
as you can see I was afraid to be seen with him. I wasn't ashamed or anything, but I was afraid
for him. I was afraid of what my parents will put him through once they learn about us. No one
knows what my parents are really capable of. They greatly influence our little town and our
money can get us whatever we want. Michael will suffer if my parents found out, I most
definitely did not want that.
"Mike you don't understand..." I choked up. I always got like this when I didn't know what to
do. I had no idea how to explain this to him. I loved him so much, but I couldn't turn my back
on my family.
Mike let his hands drop from my shoulders. He pulled me close as I buried my face into
his chest. I was sure I wasn't going to bawl my eyes out but I loved he pulled me close to
comfort me. He ran his hand through my hair and sighed.
"I'm sorry Gabs. It's just, I wanna be with you so bad and sneaking around like this doesn't
feel right...I want us to be out and open about this...Why can't we be together?"
"I know, I wish I could explain it all to you but coming from me it's gonna seem like a mess.
Maybe some other day," I felt so repetitive. I would always tell him the same thing, I
wondered when I could finally tell him why we couldn't be together openly.
Michael pulled me over to one of the chairs and sat me down. He pulled up another chair
and placed it next to me. As he sat down he cleared his throat as if he wanted to say
something. I knew he wouldn't actually say something, he was just holding back. This is what
would happen after I repeated "Maybe some other day" to him. He was probably deep in thought
about what I wanted to say but couldn't. He never pressed on anymore though, he knew it could
only upset me.
We sat there like that for about five minutes when suddenly Michael jumped up. I was
startled and my heart began racing. What could be on his mind to make him so excited?
"Gabby! I've figured out a way to be together!" Michael whisper-hissed excitedly.
I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was nervous and ready to choke up for I
knew I wouldn't be able to handle this. I swallowed hard, "W-what?"
Michael was pacing around again, a wild glint in his eye. He stopped abruptly and gently
dropped to his knees. He clasped my hands in his. His palms were so soft and so warm, I never
wanted him to let go. We had another beautiful moment but Michael ruined it when he spoke.
"Come with me." Michael breathed.
The wind blew once again and I tried to grasp his words.
"Come with me Gabriella Maxine Rose! Runaway with me!" Michael exclaimed.
I couldn't gather my words fast enough so I practically wheezed, "What?! Michael!"
Michael smirked and I melted. He kissed my hands and looked up at me with his golden brown
eyes, "Come with me. I'll take you somewhere, anywhere! We'll be happy. I'll care for you and
you'll be carefree. We could watch sunsets and sit by a fire and and-"
It hurt but I had to interrupt him, "Michael, are you out of your mind?! We're seventeen!"
I watched as the life drained from his eyes. There I go, my heart was now full of guilt.
I hated killing his mood but sometimes it just had to be done. I don't want his hopes soaring
just so I can crush them. Michael regained his composure and calmly sat beside me.
"Okay, but why?" he asked quietly. I was guilted even more.
"I can't just go off like that. I know nothing about being on my own and my parents will go
insane! Think about the consequences Michael!" I sounded like my mother.
"You worry too much," Michael snapped, "Just come with me, I promise you'll never be on your
own. I'll be with you, forever and always."
"Michael..." my heart was breaking, as was his.
"Please, Gabby. Please," he pleaded, "I love you, and I want you. More than you could ever
know."
My breathing had become rapid and my lips were dry. I licked them profusely but they
seemed to just soak up my attempts to moisturize them. Michael clasped my hands once again and
began weaving his fingers with mine. My thoughts were racing as was my heart. I struggled to
say something but he cut me off.
"I have to go, the sun will be up soon. Sweet dreams, Gabriella," Michael said stiffly as he
rose from his position. I guess he thought my mind was made up. I guess he assumed I wouldn't
be eloping with him.
Wait, would I be running away with him? Or would I just stay here confined by my parents?
Suddenly breaking free didn't sound so bad. I looked up from my reverie but Michael wasn't
there. I rushed over to the balcony's edge. There he was, running across the grass and heading
to the large stone wall. He clambered over it and continued running as fast as he can. I've
never seen him run so hard and knowing Michael, he was probably trying to run off his
problems. I sighed and retreated into my room. I lay in bed, thinking.
