The Red Balloon [Heavy Editing]

"I'm done with this." Michael breathed.
I could feel my face fall. But of course he was sick of this. My life was a mess, and his was as well. He didn't deserve more of a burden, more of my problems which unconcerned him.
"I'm not some fucking man who would watch on the sideline, I'm not that type of person at all." His voice grew louder with each syllable, his eyes capturing mine and not letting me go as I sucked in a breath.
"W-what do you mean?" I stuttered, my insides twisting.
"Do you even realize how much it hurts just to watch you cry for, him?! Amethyst I may sound selfish to you but right at this moment I don't give a damn. After all the times I've been with you, I can't explain how greedy I am when other guys are around you." I only blinked, unable to form words as he breathed.
"Shit." He muttered, and we stood for a moment in silence, before he crushed his lips on top of mine.