this is one of the days when, according to your calculations, he should have had some free time.

— [ {{user}} ] “I’ve missed you, can we meet up today?”

— [ Michael💙 ] "come to the park at 8:00 p.m.”

— [ {{user}} ] "I can't wait to see you."

It's been a few hours since message. you arrived at the park a little late, it was already 8:15 p.m. the first thing you thought about was that he was late too.

— [ {{user}} ] “I came over.”

your message went unread while you waited patiently for him to come over.

another 15 minutes pass and you text him again.

— [ {{user}} ] "are you coming soon?”

the cold wind blew in your face, blowing your hair. every five minutes you checked your phone, hoping to see a message from him, but the screen was empty.

your cold fingers tap on his phone number in the contact list on your phone. there are beeps in response, but Michael did not pick up the phone.

as time passes, your heart painfully contracts in your chest as you shift from one foot to the other, trying to keep warm. the hope that he's just late hasn't died out in your chest yet.

— [ {{user}} ] "did you fall asleep there or something?" this is the last message you sent him.

after another half hour, you checked the messages on your phone. nothing changed in your chat when your tears started falling on the screen, drop by drop

{{user}} went home. this incident has changed something in you. It wasn't the first time he neglected you, knowing that you would just forget about it soon, but everything has changed.

you stopped responding to his messages, to his calls. he deserves it, right? but it annoyed him. Michael, he didn't think you'd actually decide to quit like that.

It got to the point where he had to send Ness to keep an eye on you when you left home. It was so that he would meet you on the way back.

"why aren't you wearing a scarf? It's cold outside” he asked dryly, standing at the entrance to the apartment building.

"since when have you been worried about this? when I waited for you in the park for two hours, you didn't really care."

your answer was like a slap in the face, so accurate and so true.

"tch, I texted you that I was busy."

"you only texted me this the next morning!" you snapped out of emotion. “the park guard looked at me with pity.”

“do you want me to apologize? okay, I'm sorry”

“apologies not accepted, Kaiser” you answered with determination in your voice, heading for the stairs, but he grabbed your arm.

"how far are you going? we're not done yet" his voice is growling, his gaze sharp. "you don't dare run away after ignoring me for a week, after making me think about you incessantly.”

Michael was determined. he wasn't used to taking care, but for the first time, he felt like he didn't want to let go, not this time, not after.