You tossed and turned in your cold bed that no longer had Michael to warm it up for you as he wrapped his arm around, lulling you to sleep. You knew why he left and you hated it. He hated it too but he was at the end of his rope. He didn't know what to do to bring you closer to him again after you started shutting him out suddenly. He figured that you wanted space but that wasn't it. You didn't know how to tell him about how toxic your sister could really be and the fact she was coming over to stay with you for a few weeks would be fucking torture. So you pushed him away. At what cost? Your happiness? The only person that actually gave a shit without wanting anything in return? It sounded ridiculous and you had no idea where to begin to try get him back. Fuck it, you thought. You unplugged your phone from its charger and called him before you lost your nerve.
The phone rang for a while before going to voice mail, making slump slightly but you knew that you had that coming. You tried again but no luck. You sighed and tried a third and final time, telling yourself that if he didn't-
"baby?" your breath caught in your throat before you started crying at the thought of losing him, momentarily forgetting that he actually picked up the phone at 2 am. Hearing your cries woke him up and he tried to get through to you while getting dressed – throwing a shirt and shoes on – while grabbing his keys, alarmed at what could possibly have you crying at this hour. You registered his last words before he hung up, "I'm on my way to you right now, okay baby? Just give a few minutes and I'll be there."
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