summary: palos verdes called your name from the moment michael suggested the move there. would it live up to your expectations or would it be the beginning of the end? you were soon to find out
warnings: sadness, angst, michael being an asshole, etc..
word count: 2,533
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The dining room is quiet and the only thing to break the stillness was cutlery hitting the porcelain as food is being devoured. Sandy commends you on how delicious it was to which you take a stab at Michael and mention how it was takeaway, side-eying him as you do so. Phil sips at his beer and admits they both enjoy a good burger more than they should. You shoot a very brief smirk at Michael before smiling sweetly at your new friends.
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"Michael was a little apprehensive about it but I said no babe, I got this," you tell them with hand gestures and all, ridiculing your husband in the kindest yet subtlest way possible. They both laugh but you know Michael is less than enthused and he clears his throat to derail you from mocking him any further. He invites Phil to join him in the workshop and Phil, of course, obliges. The pair leave the room and head towards the workshop to play with Michael's new toys. Then there were two.
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"Such a beautiful view," Sandy notes in an effort to perforate the silence. You're on the balcony, leaning over the edge, and admiring the world before your eyes. You were in agreement with her and proudly claim the second seeing the house you knew it was the one.
"Phil told me you're into art. You know, I think you should come to one of our art classes. It's really great for meeting new people and it means we can spend a little more time together."
"I think that would be a fantastic idea. I'll get your number off Michael and we can organise something."
"Oh, Y/N, you should meet Jim and Medina. I mean, Jim is busy a lot of the time but I really think it would be good for you. I understand how lonely it gets."
You laugh to try and hide and distract yourself from what she just said. I understand how lonely it gets. Did she, did she really? Nobody else seemed as unhappy and mismatched in their marriage as you were. You paint a fake smile on your face and distract her with a joke about how it sounds as if you need an appointment to see them.
"Basically. But, onto more important things, tell me about you. I want to hear it from your own words and not a man's perspective."
