"Misha, go away." You yelled slamming your bedroom door in his face, "I don't want to talk to you. Leave me alone."
"(Y/N), what is wrong?" He questioned, "Please just tell me what I did wrong and then I'll leave you alone for a little bit. I don't want you to be angry at me."
Tears rolled down your face as you sat on your bed. You just wanted him to go away and let you disappear, "I just want you to leave me alone."
"That isn't going to happen." Misha opened the door, "I am never going to leave you alone. I married you because I don't ever want to stop being with you. (Y/N), we can work through this. Just let me know what is going on with you."
He stood by the door staring at you. Looking away from him you stood up and silently walked to the attached bathroom. Closing the door you leaned up against it and tried your hardest not to break down crying.
"(Y/N), please talk to me." Misha softly spoke from the other side of the door, "I love you."
Opening the door you looked at him, "How can you lie to me? How can you possibly love someone as broken and messed up as me? Do you even know what it feels like to actually love someone? No one thinks that you care about and I'm starting to believe them." You went off on him.
Misha stood there speechless for a moment, "(Y/N)..." His voice broke, "I love you more than I've ever loved anything before. No one else matters to me. All I want is to be with you, be the man that you think that I am. If I could do anything to make you believe that then I would. I would do anything to make you believe that I love you. No matter how long it takes I will never stop."
"I don't know." You spoke honestly.
Even though Misha was the love of your life and your husband, in the back of your mind you always thought he was thinking of you as a charity case. How could someone like Misha love someone like you? Misha grabbed your hand and put it over his heart, "Don't ever think that I don't love you. (Y/N), I can't imagine marrying or even having a family with anyone else, but you. I only love you and that is never going to change."
"Misha..." You spoke.
He wrapped his arms tightly around your body and pressed you closely to his chest. After a few moments of the close contact you wrapped your arms around his body and buried your face into his shirt.
"I'm sorry for overreacting." You whispered.
Misha pulled away, "Don't ever apologize. (Y/N), I'm sorry that you thought those things. I never meant to make you second guess my love for you."
