❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 /𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹 /❥•

∴♡To Leave You Behind || Part Two♡∴

"Come on," Michael smiles at his son, Dave, taking his hand and leading him up to the school gates. There was a large crowd staring because, well Michael was...Michael - but he didn't mind. He was there to drop his beloved son to school. It's roughly been about a month since you'd left and Michael was starting to believe that you weren't going to return.

As Michael walks Dave through the gates, Dave suddenly stops - tugging at his father's hand. 

"Daddy...will mommy be home when I come back?" he asks innocently.

Michael's breath hitches in his throat as he tries his best to answer his son truthfully without necessarily breaking his heart before the school day.

"Probably," Michael attempts a smile. "We'll see,"

Dave flashes his father one last goofy grin before running up to the teacher that waits to take him into the school building. 

Once Dave disappears into the school building with the teacher, Michael shoves his hands into his pockets - sighing as he turns around to leave the premises. Of course, he has to keep his head bowed to avoid all the camera flashes but quite honestly - the only thing troubling him at present moment is you.

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"Hey! Mike!" Frank greets Michael as he walks into the studio. "Gee, you don't look so good," Frank suddenly grimaces.

"Yeah," Michael sighs, shaking his head.

"What happened?" Frank prods, setting his hand on Michael's shoulder.

"(Y/N) left me," Michael whispers.

"What?" Frank's eyes widen. "You mean for like a holiday or-"

"No Frank," Michael shakes his head. "She left and I don't know when she's coming back," he scoffs lightly. "If she ever comes back,"

"Did...she say anything before she left?" Frank asks sadly, trying his best to comprehend Michael's dilemma.

"Yeah," Michael shrugs helplessly. "That she wasn't happy," 

"Michael..." Frank trails off, honestly not knowing what to say. "I'm..I'm sorry,"

"It's fine," Michael brushes him off in a bid to distract himself. "Let's just get to work,"

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As Michael sits in his office chair, clearly exhausted, he brings his fingers to pinch the bridge of his nose - letting out a sigh. It's just after midday and he's already haggard. 

"Mr. Jackson?" the voice of Michael's female secretary snaps him out of his slight trance. 

"Yes?" Michael asks, his voice low as he sits up straight.

"There's a lady here to see you," the secretary holds her clipboard close to her chest.

"Who?" Michael raises an eyebrow.

"(Y/N)," she says. "Your wife,"

"Oh," Michael's eyes widen before he swallows. "Uh yeah...let her in,"

The secretary turns around and smiles at you, beckoning you into Michael's office. Upon seeing him for the first time since you'd left, your heart skips a beat - one, because you feel guilty for walking out like you did, and two, because he's the man you love - of course he was going to have an effect on you.