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The Notebook Quote; Mike

The Notebook Quote; Michael

"It was real, wasn't it?"

It had been a typical day for you, waking up, going to work and coming home to your small house. Your days were spent as routine and you had been getting tired of it, you were alone and it had been this way for a few years. You were in your earlier twenties now, living a boring life ever since your last relationship had come to an end. It was a good 2-3 years since you last saw the love of your life, Michael.

The relationship was a huge deal for you, you still weren't over it but you were slowly becoming aware that you had to move on but it almost seemed impossible. As you walked around your house, picking up laundry you noticed the spine chilling, stomach turning emotion of loss and loneliness hadn't gone away from when you woke up this morning. You had these days before, days where you missed what your life was like before Michael had left and these days were the hardest.
As you paced around the kitchen, looking for something to do there was a knock on the door which startled you. You very rarely had visitors come by so you walked over to the door slowly and quietly before calling out "who is it?" you got silence in return but as seconds passed a voice broke through. "Y/N it's me."

A voice you had missed was on the other side, you never thought you'd be seeing or hearing from him again. Part of you wanted to rip open the door a attach yourself to him, but the other part wanted to just walk away as if no one was home. "what do you want Michael?" your tone was bitter and dry.

"I was in the area, can you please open the door?" He asked, you put a shaky hand to the doorknob- slowly turning it and opening it. There he was, still standing a foot taller than you. He had dark hair now rather than the crazy colours he had when he left. A long black peacoat, black jeans and boots. He hadn't looked much different than the last time, you slowly stepped aside so he could walk in as you shut the door behind him.

"So, you were in the area?" you asked suspiciously. He coughed a little and cleared his throat "y-yeah, I uh ran into your mother the other day.. She sort of gave me your address and told me to stop by" He said, standing awkwardly infront of the door. "Well" you choked. "have a seat, I was just getting a drink. would you like something?" You asked, cringing at your hospitality after everything that happened.

"No thank you, I'm good right now" He said, making his way to sit down on the couch. As you got yourself a drink and took a seat in the single chair across from him, you watched as Michael looked around the room. You noticed a small smirk tugging at his lips, which made you worried. "I remember that day" he said quietly.

Instantly, you felt regret and embarrassment as you looked over to the photo you still had on display of the two of you. It was a photo of you two at one of his concerts, it was the first time you were able to go to one across the world with him. You were on his shoulders as he held his guitar, the two of you sticking your tongues out and doing the 'rock on' sign with your hands.

"oh fuck" you groaned, getting up and grabbing the photo and quickly stuffing it between the couch. "I still have my copy, it stays in my suitcase" he said quietly. Your heart was racing, you grabbed the photo again. Looking over it carefully, lovingly. "It was such a long time ago." he breathed out, wiping his hands on his jeans.

"it was real wasn't it? We were just a couple of kids. But we loved each other, didn't we?" Your own words had surprised you. You didn't even notice the small tear making its way down your cheek, you put the photo aside and took a sip of your drink before composing yourself again. "Sorry, I shouldn't have-"

"It was. and we did." Michael cut you off, now slouching back into the chair with his elbow on the arm rest of the chair. His chin resting in his hand as he wiped his fingers across his lips nervously. "Why are you here?" you asked bitterly. You needed to know why he had decided to come back into your life out of the blue.

"If I'm being honest, I don't even know. if your mother hadn't told me to stop by and give me the reassurance that I needed, I never would've had the balls to come here" he breathed out. "I'm home for a while, I figured if I came over wether you hated me or not it was a risk I had to take"

You sat in silence for a bit, before speaking up. "I don't hate you, and I never did." You said seriously, Michael kept his eyes down to the floor. "I never could. We were real, the relationship was so real and we were... God we were so young and in love." You choked out. "We are." he said sternly. "What?" you said confused.

"We still are, or maybe just I am. but I'm still in love with you. And I came here in hopes that you were too. We're older now.. Maybe this could be the right time" Michael was now looking at you, tears brimming with eyes as he picked away at his finger nails. You sat in shock, grabbing the picture again and looking at it. Michael made his way over to you, crouching to his knees and taking the photo to look at it.

"Maybe we still are. Maybe it's still real." You said softly.