The Princess and the Punk

Michael's POV
"My mom led me here." I said looking at her elegant face.
"What do you mean?" She asked confused.
"Before my mom died she told me she had a special coffee can under her bed and that I needed to look at it after she died. When I opened it had letters. Letters for my wedding day, letters to the girl I love, and a letter to the man she loved. His name is Ken Richard and I came here to give him the letter." I said.
"So you didn't come here for me?" She said sadly.
"That's the thing, my mom led me here. I was walking by and I saw you through the window, and I just knew I couldn't let you go, not again." I said tearing up.
"What if I don't want you? What if you hurt me again? Do you know how much I needed you?" She said angrily.
"I know I gave you so many reasons to not trust me and to be angry with me. Trust me when I say this, I love you and I want to be with you." I said begging her.
"Mikey, I just don't know." She said seriously.
"Then just read this." I said handing her my mother's letter.
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Amelie's POV
To the girl my son loves,
I wrote this after I was first diagnosed. I guess I knew then that I wasn't going to make it. At first it was hard to comprehend that I would have to leave my son. I don't know how long it has been since I left the world but I hope you have been there for my son. Please make sure he has chocolate cake on his birthday. That he doesn't spend holidays. Makr sure he mans up and gives you the love and care you deserve. Take care of him for me. He loves you and wants to marry you for some reason make sure that reason never fades.
-Makenna
"So do you still love me princess?" he said looking deep into my eyes.
"I never stoped." I said taking his hand.
"Will you give me another chance?" he asked.
"Of course." I said leaning across the table and kissing his cheek.
Michael was and will forever be my happily ever after.

The end...
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