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"Long day?" I ask as my boyfriend, Michael, came in from a long day of recording music. I kissed him on the cheek and helped him take off his coat, putting it on the rack.

"You betcha. We can't record any of our music on this next album so that's just great, I guess. "

"Oh? Is everything alright?"

"Well, I don't know." He said, a bit frustrated as he threw his wool hat onto the couch and sat down.

"I'm sorry, love," I whispered as I sat next to him, kissing his cheek again, "I love you." I leaned my head on his shoulder.

He didn't answer.

"I love you, Michael." I repeated.

I looked up at him and saw his face becoming more scrunched up, his breathing becoming faster and he became more upset. He stared blankly at the wall, emptiness in his eyes. Then, he turned away and said "once I loved, but love is dead."
I knew immediately that he didn't mean it towards me, he meant it towards the band and crew, so I wasn't upset.

"Sometimes love is only sleeping." I whispered.

He looked at me, tears forming in those big, brown eyes of his.
"I cannot cry, and I cannot give or feel, or even try." His voice was hard and cold as he spoke.
I felt terrible for him. He hasn't been happy with the band at all.
"I'm quitting The Monkees. I can't be with them anymore." He told me, wiping his tears.
I wanted to stop him from talking about such actions, but he was been so stressed out lately. I also felt bad for Davy and Micky. First, Peter leaves, and now my Michael was leaving.

"I understand why, Mike. If you want to, I can't stop you." Now, tears were forming in my eyes. These problems didn't even involve me, but yet I felt so involved. "But, what about the album?"

"They'll just have to finish recording it without me. It's called Changes; it's ought to be a flop anyways. Our last 2 albums have hardly managed to chart anywhere so I have no hope left whatsoever."
I sighed and slowly moved my hand across his back. He then looked at me again and placed a hand on my shoulder.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to put all of this on you. I've just been so stressed lately, I-"

"No need to explain, Michael. I love you and I understand. I'll always love you no matter what happens, you understand?"

"Yes," he smiled, "and I love you too, Y/N." He then opened his arms, which I gladly fell into. He wrapped them around me and pulled me into a tight hug, which made me feel so happy. I loved this man more than I loved life itself. Whatever made him happy made me happy, if he's sad, I'm sad, too. I knew that quitting The Monkees would most likely be what's best for him.

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

The next day, Michael called Micky and Davy and told them he wouldn't be in the studio and why. While he made these important calls, I was busy in th kitchen baking 3 batches of brownies. One of them was for Michael and I, and the other two were for Micky and Davy. Rehearsal ended at around 5 o'clock in the evening, and I wanted to go over their houses to have a chat with them.
The calls didn't last long, with luckily no fighting, just calm talking and understanding.

"Ooh, whatcha making?" Mike asks as he enters the kitchen, the sweet smell of brownies filling the air.

"Brownies," I reply as I continued to mix the batter together.
Mike looked over at the counter and noticed the other two batches of brownies that were already baked and ready to be sent off to Micky and Davy.

"And what are those?"

"Brownies." I say again with a cheeky grin. He gives me a look of confusion before asking me:

"And why do we need three batches of brownies? Are you on your period again?"

"Haha. No, silly. I'm bringing them to Micky and Davy later. Understand why?"

"Oh yeah, right. I get it." He gave me a small smile and continued watching me mix the brownie batter together.
"I still want to make music, you know. I'm not quitting that. I may start a new band with some other friends, but I am totally open about starting a solo career. Even if I'm not successful, this is what I want."

"That's great, honey. Do whatever makes you happy. I'll always be here to support you no matter what." I stopped mixing the brownies and placed a kiss on his forehead.

"What would I do without you?" He asked.

"I don't know. What would you do without me?" I gave him a cheeky smile and he chuckled at my sarcasm.

God, I love him.