He was the angel, I was the devil.

I woke up alone in the bed. Just sheets and pillows. No sign of Michael anywhere. He probably was making me some breakfast, yet I was fearful, afraid that the monster in the pitch dark room come out and kill me dead. I've seen things in the ER, protected people in the ER, but not the violence from the world has come to infiltrate me. I slowly sat up in the bed as I slid my hand under my nightgown, touching the gentle stitches of my abdomen. I wince slightly at my cold touch as Michael comes up with a plate with a blueberry muffin, Greek yogurt, and bacon.

I chuckle at the mixture of food as he hands me the plate, and I smile at him, "Thank you, baby." He sits on the bed and kisses me, "Mornin' and no need to thank me." I grabbed the muffin and took a bite out of it as I look up at him, "I was looking at some houses you know? To move to." His eyebrows raise, "Moving so soon?" I nod, "I hate being a burden to your family, and I know my Nana can be a chatterbox." His hand rests on mine, "I love having you here, same with your Nana."

Sigh. He's so perfect in every way. Even in danger, he's constantly giving me such a love I don't deserve.

He lifts my hand and gently kisses my knuckles. I blush shyly as he slowly stands me up, and we sway together. I giggle as we sway, "Mickey, there's no music." He smiles softly, "I know, I just love to have you in my arms...remember when we first danced together?" I look up into his dreamy chestnut eyes, "I would never forget how you swept me off my feet." Our foreheads rest against one another as our sways were gradual as the only thing you could hear was us two breathing. Our bodies pressed against one another as we move together in perfect sync.  My heart was thumping loudly in my chest like a drum as Michael's eyes left never mine.

I felt like Cinderella at the ball, dancing with my Prince Charming. We were the only two people in this world and nothing else mattered. If only it was real.

His eyes moved from my eyes to my lips as he tilts his head while leaning over to kiss me. Unfortunately, we were interrupted by a couple of knocks on his door. I sigh disappointingly as he let's go of me and walks to open this bedroom door.

Joseph.

I bite my lip as I watch him and Michael talk. I really can't wait until Michael emancipates himself from this home. At least, we wouldn't get interrupted. Joseph pokes him in the chest, "We had rehearsal yesterday and you wasn't there! Look here, this tour will not be successful if you are not giving 100%!" My mouth gaped open at his words.

Tour?! Michael never told me about a tour.

He turns to me biting his lip before looking back at Joseph, "I'm sorry Joseph, I'll be there next time. I promise." He stomps off as Michael closes his door, slowly turning to me as I fold my arms. He sighs as he walks over to me, "Baby..." I turn away from him as she tries to cup my face in his hands.

"Why didn't you tell me that you were going on tour? Shouldn't I know about this?!"

I turn to him angrily as I notice the guilt written all over his face. "Look, Marina, I'm only doing this for my family. They want me and my brothers to go bac-" I huff angrily,

"Michael! You almost got your head burned off because of your family and their favors and crap! Look here, they're fucking with you! You have done enough for them, you should be doing things that you want to do! Why can't they do something for you for once?!"

His eyes widen at my words, noticing that I was swearing as I sit down on his mini couch, looking at my fingers. He sits beside me, "Marina, look. I don't want to truly do this, but when my family needs me. They need me." His voice was stern. My eyes looked up at him as I exhale slowly, not having a word to say. I didn't agree with him, but I knew I had to respect his choice and decision. My tongue slid against my teeth as he grumbles, "So you have nothing to say?" I frown, "I don't. I don't support what you're doing. You're going to get yourself hurt."

He hisses as he stands from the couch, "Who cares?!" I stand up as well as we look at each other, eye-to-eye, "Who cares? Michael, I had to operate on you. Do you know scared I was? I was scared that I wasn't going to save you, that you were going to have brain damage from your burns. Well, obviously I was wrong, because something is wrong with you and your brain." His face was flushed red in anger as he blurts out,

"WELL IM SORRY THAT I DONT WANT TO LIVE MY LIFE IN FEAR LIKE YOU. MY FAMILY COMES FIRST WHEN THEY NEED ME OKAY?"

My eyes widen at his words as his does the same as he covers his mouth, immediately regretting what he said. My eyes blinked rapidly as I processed what he said. I was in disbelief as he whispers, "I'm sorry I didn't mean that." My eyes was filled with tears as I try to scream back, causing my stomach to ache,

"Well, Michael, if you were tied in the chair, threatened, got cut with a knife by the jawline then stabbed then you would know how it feels, but you don't! I'm so sorry for being so overprotective and caring about you. I'm sorry for needing you. I'm sorry for loving you."

My hand rested on my stomach as I walked away from him. He runs in front of me, "Baby.." I shake my head, "Move. I'm leaving." He frowns, "You're not going anywhere. I'm sorry for what I said." I smile slyly, "You yelled at me and made me feel like an idiot for wanting the best for you. I saw a side of you that I never thought existed. Just move out my way, Michael." He shakes his head in tears as he leans in and kisses me. My hands were on his chest as I try to push him away, breaking the kiss.

"You can't just kiss me and everything will go away."

I walk around him and opens the door, walking out of his room. My eyes was full of tears as I walk downstairs, looking at my Nana, "We're going home." She looks at me, "Marina.." I shake my head, not wanting to hear her concern, "Save it. Let's go." She gets up from the couch as I storm out the Victorian-styled house.

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My, my. A fight led to a breakup. Now how they gonna mend that?

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