another day, another grumpy michael that comes through the front door you two share.
you sighed at this, taking in a shaky breath.
michael and you constantly fought. in fact, you can't even remember the day you two hadn't had an argument, no matter how big or small it was.
but that's what broke your heart the most. michael was yours, and with how constantly you fight, you didn't know if you were michael's.
today, you finally took in consideration to have a talk with him. you wanted to last so bad with him, but you had to see if you two were in the same page.
"mikey-."
"not now y/n." he interrupted.
you immediately sighed. feeling tears sting in your eyes as he carelessly walked up the stairs.
you heard his faint voice on the phone with who sounded like ashton, and you heard his light giggles from the line which you had so wished you could have been the reason for.
but instead, michael didn't even look at you when coming inside, and that's all it took for you.
you wiped your tears and sniffled, breathing terribly heavy before walking up the stairs and into the bedroom where michael was.
you didn't bother to look at him, you just walked towards the closet you shared with a black duffel bag in your right hand.
you heard michael whisper before he spoke up, "hey ash, i'll call you right back."
you heard the line end, but you still didn't look at him. you just mindlessly starting putting things in the bag.
"y/n, what are you doing? i was on the phone." he said as you scoffed, him thinking he was in the right.
you just shook your head, feeling tears brim your eyes even more.
as you ignored him again, he spoke up with what sounded like annoyed tone.
"i asked what you were doing."
"well what the fuck does it look like michael!" you yelled, finally speaking.
"open your goddamn eyes and look at what i'm doing, use your common sense and answer the question yourself!" you said, burning your eyes to his.
"well it looks like your packing your things." he said softly, realization very slowly hitting him in the face.
"oh wow, you actually can use your mind?!" you said sarcastically, turning back around and packing more things.
"y/n-."
"no michael. i'm done."
he stayed silent. guilt washing over his now red face as his eyes started to lace with worry.
"what do you mean?" he spoke softly. his face was now sad, broken almost. but you couldn't bring yourself to care.
you exhaled slowly. turning around to look at him once more,
