|I'm Loving Angels Instead
Author: Befantastic PM
Perspective piece on the growing relationship of Starr and Michael.Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Romance - Michael C. III - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,528 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 8 - Updated: 07-17-12 - Published: 07-12-12 - id: 8314293
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Starr and Micheal are my new obsession. They have overcame a lot to get where they are now. And it's the beginning. These are inner thoughts of their relationship.
She felt like a teenager.
Not that Starr felt that her baby girl held her back, but being a mom had been her life when it shouldn't have been. She loved Hope. That little smile jumpstarted her mornings, lifted her up when she was down. And every time she felt like it was wrong to live her dreams, truly focus on her music, she remembered that Hope would want her mommy to be happy.
Cole. When she was younger she knew Cole was her true love, he was the one. They had been through so much early on, it had always been them against the world. But now, she didn't know if he really was the love her life.
Starr couldn't help but think that she only felt that way about Cole because he was the father of her child, because he was really the only guy who had been consistent in her life. Her and James had no chance, because of Cole. In her mind it was always Cole, but it wasn't like that now.
Sometimes when she thought about Michael and how she felt weak in the knees when he looked at her, she couldn't help but wonder if every obstacle that had been thrown between her and Cole was fate's way of saying it something better was waiting for her. Maybe it was wrong. She knew she loved Cole, but she didn't miss him like she thought she should. She wrote it off as she was just used to having him being away from her.
It should've felt wrong and maybe it was to soon. But in those moments when his arms were wrapped across her chest, and she felt his heart pumping behind her, she knew. Michael Corinthos was her chance, to be young. And he was going to make the world a little more bearable.
Michael treated her like a princess, something she never thought she like. He held her hand, like it was the most natural thing to do, he teased in a lightness that made her a giggle mess. He was unreal. He kissed her in a way that made her toes wiggle in her shoes. He made her feel alive, he didn't treat her like a charity case or a piece of glass. He knew the only way to really ease her pain was to move on. She knew it was too soon. She knew she couldn't love someone that quickly. She wasn't ready to love Michael. et.
But maybe, just maybe, he was her angels way of saying it was okay to start loving again.