Close your eyes and imagine this;
"No- I can't do this... I'm so sorry..." You say softly, and taking breaths in hitches. Mikey looks at you, and rubs your back, and gives you a hug.
"It's fine, I didn't really expect for you to do it anyways.." He replied, hugging you.
You immedietly pull away. "What, you didn't expect for me to do anything?"
"That's not what I meant- I'm sorry..." He took a few steps closer, but you stepped away.
"F-Frank was right..." Tears now streamed freely down your face, but you didn't care. "I should have never gone to that party, Mikey. Never."
Mikey looked shocked- he truely did. "But... if you didn't come, I'd never have met you..."
"And I that should have happened. If it weren't for my stupid and useless brain, I probably would have never gone!" You snapped, heading for the door.
He frowned. "Y/N, if you go.... just... don't expect to see me here, okay?"
"Wha...what do you mean?" You asked.
"I won't be here when you're back. I'll be gone." He said, turning away.
Your thoughts immedietly switched to all the happy and fun times you had, all the times he's held you while you wept and poured out your heart to him...
You couldn't take it anymore. Collapsing on the floor, your cried and cried, but Mikey just stared. He wasn't there for you to hug anymore- you said it yourself that you didn't want to go to the party.
And you regretted what you just said. "Mi-key... I'm.. s-o.... sorr-y..."
He knelt down next to you and wiped the tears off your cheeks. Pecking your lips, he softly replied,
"Don't worry about it. You stayed, and I'm still here."
