Mickie's eyes are wide as he looks at you. You- you can't be serious- you- He’s relied on you for so long, you can't be serious! He needs you-

It had been months of you two- well, not quite together. Not officially. But it's not like he was who he was before he became an omega- he wasn't as, well, loose about you as he was before. Hell, he can't even remember the last time he slept with someone else besides you- you're just letting him loose again? You had to know about his feelings, you knew, right? It didn’t need to be said, it was a truth as innate to the world as the fact that the sky is blue, and that the rain is soaked in the earth- it didn’t need to be said. It just was-!

You were with him when he turned into an omega in the first place- you were there when his friends first found out, when his family found out, when people started treating him differently, when he started having heats for fuck's sake- you were the only consistent thing he had left-

He's trembling, he realizes. Sweating. He's terrified- he's come to rely on you far more than even he had realized. If you're gone- who else would he have? Noone else knew him like you, Noone else would believe him like you, you were the only one who understood what he went through, you were the only one there! His doctor hasn't even been a consistent support like you have! His mom and dad haven’t! His breath is getting shorter. He can’t- he can’t-

“Wait!” His words start coming out of his mouth, an uncontrollable stream as he finds himself launching for your arm, clinging to it tightly like his life depended on your presence. “Don’t- don’t go- I’m sorry, whatever I did, I’m sorry- just, just stay- please! Please, please-!” His eyes burn; he’s crying, he realizes half-heartedly, biting at his lip as he presses harder into your side, as though trying to weigh you down and anchor you to the spot with his bodyweight.

“I love you!”