{Bad era – 1987}

"Michael!" you call from upstairs.

"Yeah?" you hear him shout from downstairs.

You and Michael have been married for four years, since 1983. Michael is a sensitive, shy man, but very sweet and loving. As soon as your eyes met his for the first time, that day back in 1981, you fell in love with him.

"Have you seen any signs of my perfume?" you ask.

You receive no reply, so you call the same question again, "Hello? Have you seen my perfume, Michael?"

He ignores you once again, so you growl under your breath, and head downstairs irritably. You arrive in the living room, where Michael is sat on the sofa, looking up at you.

"Hey, Princess," he greets, putting on a cheesy smile, and trying to use a casual tone. "H-How are you?"

"I just wanna know where my perfume is, that's all," you reply breathlessly. "Do you know where it is? I really need it for tonight. Business meeting, remember?"

"Oh," he swallows. "Well... your perfume. Let me think..."

You stand on the spot, arms crossed and foot tapping against the floor, waiting for his answer.

"Well... I lifted the bottle to get to my aftershave, an-and... well..."

He points behind you, so you turn around to see – on the coffee table – a broken bottle, and you widen your eyes in shock.

"Michael!" you cry. "You broke it?"

He swallows again, standing up and walking into the corner of the room, "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to. I dropped it by accident, onto the floor."

"You realise how expensive that perfume is?!" you hiss, advancing on him. "It was almost full, too! Gosh, Michael!"

You flail your arms around in anger, but because of the suddenness of this action, Michael cries out and shields his face in fright, cowering in the corner.

"Please don't hurt me!" he pleads, his voice giving out.

You immediately stop, lowering your arms. You bend down to his level on the floor, and simply embrace him.

"Michael... I would never hurt you. I'm sorry I shouted," you apologise.

You hear him sniffle, but because his hands and curls block his face, they're muffled sniffles. You can't help but feel guilt for how you reacted; he didn't mean to drop it at the end of the day.

"Michael..."

You stroke his curls gently, brushing them out of his face so you can see him properly. He made it clear that he is sensitive before you became a couple, but you didn't realise you would make him scared of you.

His innocent brown doe eyes lock on to yours, and you give him a smile, which he returns cautiously.

"I love you," you tell him.

"Love you too," he answers in a whisper.

You bend down and peck his lips, which makes him smile a little more, and your heart melts. He's simply perfect to you, in every single way humanly possible.

And no matter what, you would never hurt him, ever.

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Short, sorry. I also apologise if it sucks. Hope it was kinda alright though? :)