*Abigail's POV*
"Michael come on!" I begged the tall brunette standing in front of me, "Can't we talk about this?!"
He shook his head and ran a hand through his already unruly hair, "No we can't" he started, "we need a break baby."
I nodded and let my head fall so I was looking at the ground."I'm sorry,"
*4 years later, third person"
Abigail was standing against a bar, her long blonde hair falling into her face as she surveyed the crowd around her. One face stuck out and she wasn't sure why.
Michael stood against a wall, surrounding by his drunk friends, doing the same. He however, recognized the blonde immediately and waited before going over to her.
"Hey," Abigail said, smiling, "Do I know you from somewhere?"
Michael's sly smile dissappeared "You really don't recognize me? We lived together for three years"
Abigail's eyes widened and she gasped "Michael."
"I think we should talk-" he started before being interrupted.
"What is there to talk about?!" she snapped, her voice shaking, "You left."
With absolutely no hesitation, Michael pulled Abigail into him and kissed her.
"And I regret it every day."
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Shuffle Challenge- Abigail and Michael (Roommate Problems)
AléatoireSo I was dared by a few of my writer friends to do this, Take two characters and put your music on shuffle.
