You know I can’t let you slide through my hands…

“I’ve had some time to think,” Mike started, his voice strained and shaky. “And with a bit of distance, I…” He took in a breath, placing his hands on the countertop.

“Look, whatever you want, a house, a baby, whatever it is—I’ll give it to you.”

You were in your flat with Mike, and after a bit of a relationship break, he wanted to get back together.

He loved you, he really loved you. He was positive of that.

There had been too many arguments about who wanted what; you wanted to settle down, have a family, because alas, you both wouldn’t be young forever, but Mike wanted more liberty. More freedom. He wanted to cling onto his youth for a bit longer, and didn’t quite feel ready for all you wanted.

Now he was sure that whatever you wanted, he wanted.

He looked at you with his expressive blue eyes, running a hand through his messy brown hair. Anything. Anything you wanted. He would do anything, give you the world, as long as you were by his side.