You had been seeing this boy on and off for months. You two were constantly fighting, constantly breaking up, honestly, Michael didn’t even know if you really liked the guy, let alone loved him.

Michael knew he didn’t love you.

You found him talking to other people countless times, but you always came back to him. You never explicitly caught him in the act, so it wasn’t really cheating, right?

It didn’t how many times Michael told you off. It didn’t matter how many times you sobbed in his arms about this guy. You never seemed to listen.

And it was breaking Michael’s heart.

This all led up to today. You and the rest of the Naturals messed up on a case pretty damn badly. You were all mad at each other and yourselves.

You and Michael had gotten into another fight about your boyfriend. This guy was killing your spirit, but you didn’t seem to care.

You get your boyfriend to come pick you up. You can’t stay in that house any longer.

You rant to your boyfriend about what happened, but he didn’t seem to care all that much. Typical.

You get up briefly to use his restroom and as your washing your hands, you notice a blue press on nail sitting on the countertop.

You don’t wear press on nails.

You storm out of your boyfriends house with no explanation, throwing a few curse words at him for good measure as you slam the door.

You pull out your phone to get a ride, but curse under your breath as the screen refuses to light up.

Its dead.

Fine. You can walk, I guess.

The second you take a step, it starts raining- sorry, pouring. Just your damn luck.

By the time you got to your doorstep, you were sniffling and soaked. You just wanted to curl up in your bed and cry. You turn the doorknob.

Its locked.

You check your pockets.

Of course you don’t have your keys.

You knock.

No one answers.

You knock again.

No one answers.

You knock and knock til you’re pounding on the door and sobbing.

Finally, someone answers.

Michael.