John walked into the dark house, slowly undoing the keys from the doorknob as he slipped off his shoes. The lights flickered on and the only noise was his own footsteps on the soft carpet. Ever since Michael left, he'd become something else.

Everyday after work, John would walk in to his house. Not making a noise when he entered the living room. He stared at the chair Michael used to love sitting in, and sobbed. He cried out Michael's name but he knew no one would hear them.

He was all alone now. No one loved him like that ginger. Sure. He hooked up with Max, and even with Jin, but Michael was no one night stand.

He sat emotionless on the couch now. The kitchen lights were on behind him and the tv was on. The volume was on low and he kept into his thoughts. If he opened his mouth to say something. Even to himself, the tears would spill.

"I'm sorry..." A tear ran down the left side of his face. "I love you." More tears slid down his face and onto his new growing beard. "I can't live without you-" his shoulders bounced as he leaned into his hands and sobbed.

That night he lay on his bed. Motionless and missing the touch of his now Ex boyfriend. He missed the cuddles, the kisses, the hugs. He missed everything.

He even missed the sex. Oh god the sex they had was the best John had ever had. It was his second favorite thing about being with Michael.

You must be wondering what his favorite part was; His favorite part was hugging him and whispering sweet nothings into his ear as he cried into his chest. The part where he kissed him and he would just stare at John for a few moments before smiling and pulling him closer.

He loved every part of that ginger. No one was sure if he had multiple personality disorder but whenever Blue came around, John was there as comfort and support. He was always there and Michael loved that.

But he left, and he moved on, so John hugged his pillow and tried to sleep.

This would be the last day he remembered Michael. And if not today; He'd surely forget by tomorrow.