You and Michael were fighting. Truly fighting.

Basically, you and Michael got into an argument about Lucifer. Michael still cared about his brother, eventually had enough of your complaints and lost it, attacking you.

The two of you were in battle in for an unknown amount of time, but it felt like hours. Eventually, Michael managed to knock you to the ground, sitting down on your stomach to keep you in place. He brought his sword down— only to stab it into the grass, mere inches away from your head.

Michael: ".. I can't... I can't do it..."

Michael mumbled, as tears began to fall from his eyes. He couldn't bring himself to hurt you anymore, especially not kill you. The two of you were both covered in blood, a mix of your own and his. Michael's wings were open wide, the blue eyes along them that had appeared displaying just how truly upset he was, and yet he still couldn't stand hurting you anymore. Michael broke down, leaning on his sword, hanging his head and crying quietly over you.