❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 /𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹 /❥•

♥Hurt(Dangerous Era)♥

You sigh softly as you shift uncomfortably on the sofa of Luisa's house. You observe her as she paces up and down the room in an angry fashion.

"I just can't believe him!" she exclaims as she finally comes to a stop and faces you.

"We're not sure about that yet though...remember?" you raise an eyebrow as you wipe away your tears. "it's just my theory,"

"Which is pretty much true! (Y/N)...even a  blind person can see that he's cheating," she scoffs as she looks at you in disbelief.

You sigh as you close your eyes.

You and Michael had been married for three wonderful years. Three wonderful years until present moment, at least. You'd been noticing that Michael was behaving rather unconventionally, three months prior to your current moment of dilemma. 

He'd been ignoring you a lot more often and he would usually leave at odd hours of the night - preferably when you were asleep. You'd discovered telephone records of calls to strange numbers and plane tickets purchased for trips to different continents - and those tickets were not purchased for the both of you.

 Every time, however, that you attempted to raise the subject with him, he would brush you off rather abruptly and that hurt you even more.

Michael wasn't talking to you and he wasn't loving you the way he'd promised in front of millions of people three years ago.

So now you were sitting in front of your best friend - tears and all. You'd confessed to her how you'd been feeling and she was utterly shocked. Shocked because you didn't tell her; but enraged because Michael had hurt you.

"I just don't want to believe it, you know," you begin to sob again and Luisa sighs as she walks over to you.

"Oh, (Y/N)..." she rubs your back softly and embraces you. "Don't cry...please," she pleads with you softly.

"I don't know..what to do," you sob into her shoulder and she continues to sympathize with you. "I just want him back,"

"I'm gonna kill him...I swear to God," she mutters to herself before continuing to console you.

"I just want my Michael back..." you continue to sob as if he'd died. 

"I just want him back,"

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You hear the mansion doors open and close and your eyes instantly widen as you sit up and breathe deeply. You rub your eyes lightly as you had begun to fall asleep just as you heard the doors open and close.

You throw your legs off the side of the bed and sit up for a while as you hear Michael's footsteps approaching the room. Your back is turned toward the door and you refuse to turn around as Michael enters.

He closes the door behind him and takes off his hat. He then proceeds to set his hat on the dressing table, subsequently flopping down onto the mini sofa against the wall.

You wait for a moment with your back still turned toward him

Silence.

You sigh finally and speak softly - your voice still a little weak from crying. "Hi Michael," you stand up and turn around.

"Hi," he responds coldly as his eyes avoid yours.

You begin to tear up and you struggle to hold back your sobs. "Are you okay?" 

"Yes," his tone is still cold.

"Are you sure?" you sniff a little, but not so much as to make it obvious that you're crying. "Because it seems like something's bothering you,"