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Michael stepped on the ignited cigarette butt to drown out the fire. He huffed the crisp, autumn air in and looked around at his surroundings.

Another sleepless night alone. That was it. Ever since she left him, he found her in his thoughts every second. He sat down on a stone step in front of his flat complex, sighing in frustration.

It was his fault she was gone. Jealousy had got the best of him. After just one kiss, he had fallen so hard and now she was gone forever. He wanted to scream. At the world. At himself. But more importantly, he wanted her.

This wasn't to supposed to be his life. He was supposed to be happy, thrilled even. And yet, all he could think about was her. Triona.

"Why me," he yelled out to almost complete darkness.

"Why you what?" The voice was familiar. He didn't see her until she appeared on the sidewalk, the dim streetlight illuminating her.

"Triona," he breathed out.

Her face was puffy like she had been crying. She was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans with a Nirvana crewneck, a black umbrella shielding her from the rain.

"Michael," she whispered back.

She began to walk up to him, her Converse splashing through the puddles.

"What are you doing here," he asked curiously as she finally stood beside him.

She sighed heavily over the rain.

"I came here to talk to you."

She paused before speaking again.

"I should've never broken up with you Michael. I know how jealous people get sometimes and you're no exception. I like you Michael, I really do, and I want to give us another chance."

Michael bit his lip to keep from smiling.

"I mean, only if you want. If you don't want to Michael, I totally understand. I know I hurt you pretty bad."

Michael moved so he stood under the umbrella with her.

"Triona, I was thinking you'd never ask."

He grabbed the umbrella from her hands and threw it to the side. She looked at him confused.

"Michael, what are you doing?"

He smiled at her before kissing her cheek.

"Care to dance," he whispered in an overly posh tone.

She smiled and nodded her head, taking his hand.

"I'd love to."

They made their way into the street and began to waltz around, smiles never leaving their faces.

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Hey Triona,

We've never talked before but you're hella rad and we should sometime. I hope you enjoyed this!

Love ya!

- Hayley

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