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michael walked into the apartment, feeling exhausted but also restless. u were in the kitchen, chopping vegetables for dinner. normally, he would have kissed u, but today he simply walked past u without a word

u noticed his distant demeanor and felt a wave of hurt wash over urself. u knew that he had been working hard, pouring his heart and soul into his music, but u couldn't help feeling neglected. u wanted his attention, his affection, but lately, it seemed like he had nothing left for u.

“am i doing something wrong?” ur voice laced with hurt.

“im not doing this with you. im tired.” he spat as he scrolled through his phone