Troubled Colors «mc»

Black

   After a ton of insults I realized that I could not do anything but be patient and calm.

    "John, I need you to let me go. Please" I said calmly. He did not answer. We were in a house, I supposed that it was Michael's.

"Sonia, you must know that I did not enjoyed the way you laughed at me" he sat by my side. This time I was the one that went silent.
"I find you interesting"
"Why?" I asked surprised.
"Because you are crazy" he laughed and took my hand between his. Then he stoop up, gave me a kiss on the temple and said goodnight.
"But, I need to go" I said.
"No you don't"

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I woke up on the same couch I fall asleep.  I don't really remember how, why or when. But I knew that I had fallen asleep on Michael's couch. I got up, and headed to the door the fastest I could but someone was getting in so I couldn't. I watched the stairs for a few seconds and then decided to run upstairs to find Michael's room. I quickly opened two doors and any of them was Michael's room. 

 Someone had enter the house when I opened the last door where it had to be Michael's room. 

 I got inside the room knowing it was his by the walls. 

 They were dirty, full of papers, poster, notes and what looked like big messy spots of black paint.

Michael was not there but I stayed inside and looked over the window. Two doves were standing on the floor right beside a tree and another four were on the tree.  I as contemplating the doves when I heard someone opening the door, I turned around slowly and scared only to see Michael with pitch black hair. He looked really good. But confused

He had one eyebrow lifted. And without leaving his eyes from me he closed the door. I gave him a little smile.

"What are you doing here?" Michael asked I didn't move or make a sound. 

"Sonia, how the hell did you get into my house?" He got closer to me.

"Michael?" was all I could say.

"John, it was him?" he said mad. I just nodded. He punched the bed with his fist making me jump. Then he sat on it and cover his face with his hands. Michael wouldn't move anymore. I decided to move towards him and sat on the bed.

"What's wrong?" I asked rubbing his back awkwardly. He was still but then took a big breath and his back moved really sharp movement. Then he looked up with tears on his eyes. 

"Please, leave" Michael whispered. I wanted to cry. I said no.

"Tell me"

"No"

"What do you do in the afternoon?" I asked changing the subject.

"I play guitar" He said and smiled, I smiled back.

"Why don't you play something?" He looked t his hands and shyly nodded.

Michael stood up and opened his closet take out an acoustic guitar.