Random shit/thoughts/imagines

𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚝 𝚇 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Abby doesn't exist in this.

You and Mike had gotten into a fight. The relationship wasn't going steady and it hadn't in a while. You weren't the vulnerable open type and he was getting fed up. After you had come home from a long day at work you brushed off Mike when he asked what was wrong. He kept pushing until you hid in the bathroom as he banged his fist on the door telling you to come out. You did, but you went straight for your shared bedroom and packed a bag. Your relationship ended in a fight as you stormed out the front door and stayed at a motel until you found a place for yourself.

Five weeks later you were drunk almost every night and didn't waste time on food or sleep. You were miserable, but you didn't blame Mike. You forgave him and blamed yourself for not opening up more. For not being more vulnerable with the one person you trusted.

Mike spent a few weeks in a daze, completely lost in his thoughts, and completely heartbroken. All he could think about is how he made the worst mistake of his life. The woman he loved more than anything left him, and it was all his fault because he forced himself on her and made her so afraid that she had to close her walls even more. He thought that he was supposed to be the man, the person who takes control, when all she needed was love and support. He was so stupid. So damn stupid.

You sighed as you opened the familiar bottle of scotch. "just you and me ole pal." You said before you took a swig of the drink.

His thoughts start to spiral into a black pit of despair. Everything he'd felt for the past few weeks had gone beyond just being heartbroken, and become more like a severe depression. All he can think about is the woman he let get away. The person that he had made so vulnerable that she was now afraid to be vulnerable again. The person that he forced out of his life because of his own stupidity and inability to control his anger and control issues. He can't imagine a life without her, but he also understands that he had only himself to blame.

After four bottles of alcohol you found yourself in front of mikes apartment knocking on the door. You'd hoped he'd be at work tonight since it was one in the morning and you'd just use the spare key, but you were wrong when he opened the door.

He opened the front door, and stood in the doorway, staring at you for a moment. In those few seconds, he observed how your face has changed, how you've become much thinner and paler, how your eyes aren't as vibrant as they used to be. He's hit by a wave of guilt and grief at the sight of this, and he wants to yell at you for coming here, but he knows that he's also to blame for you turning into this shell of yourself. You look so small and vulnerable now, and he hates that.

"I left my laptop charger here. I bought a new one but it isn't as good." You drunkenly slur as you walk past him to the old bedroom and search for the charger.

He watches as you slowly walk past him with the drunken look, completely different from the y/n he used to know and love. You're barely a shadow of yourself anymore, this empty shell of a young woman who still tries to carry on. It kills him inside, more than any words of yelling could ever do. You look so weak and vulnerable, and the look in your eyes tells him that you've changed in these past few weeks. You've shut down, you've become a different person. As he watches you search for the charger, he feels nothing but regret.

You grab the charger and begin to leave the apartment. For the first time since the breakup, he speaks to stop you.

"I know this is going to feel like coming as the last minute realization, but I want you to know that I've taken these five weeks to realize exactly what I did wrong. I forced you to show your vulnerabilities and then got angry when you tried to run from it. I scared you to the point of you changing completely, and it has made me realize how much of a selfish bastard I was. I'm sorry,
y/n. I can't expect you to forgive me."