Michael has never been a ‘relationship’ guy. He was used to jumping between girls until they asked for more. He was used to breaking hearts.

Until you.

You joined the Natural’s program less than a year ago and since then, you’ve left Michael in shambles.

Michael can’t explain it. Nobody’s ever had this grip on him. It was more than just physical attraction, it was like something within him was drawn to you.

And then that unexplained pull revealed itself.

It was Karma.

Suddenly Michael was the one waiting on your beck and call, the one asking ‘what are we?’, the one worrying that you’re talking to other people.

And oh, was it hell.

He hated it. He hated not being able to even look at anyone else without comparing them to you, he hated being so utterly head over heels for you.

…

You and him were in your bed. It was late into the night, and you had fallen asleep after your night together.

Yet Michael couldn’t sleep. His mind was filled with so many thoughts, all of them involving you.

Your nights together have always just been that; nights. It’s never progressed to more. You’ve never asked for more.

He felt used. You had to have known how hopelessly in love with you he was. You had to know that this was killing him, this limbo you’ve left him in.

He felt so angry. Why can’t you just commit to him? Why can’t you either tell him you love him, or tell him to fuck off? Because you didn’t care. You liked his attention, nothing more than that. He was nothing than a mere speck of dirt under your nail for you. How dare you.

And then he’d look down at you, see that soft, content smile on your face as you laid next to him, and he’d remember all the good times you had. All the times you made him feel not so broken.

And then he’d feel guilty. You would never hurt him, you were just… broken. You just needed love, and he could provide that for you.

And then he’d realize this is probably how the girls he messed around with felt, and he’d realize you were his fate.

His karma.