"Aw honey," your best friend, Luisa, rubbed your back as the tears streamed down your face. At present moment, you were with your best friend - and the situation at hand, was the fact that your marriage was falling apart, or at least to you - it was. Things had been tough for you, and Michael - your husband.
For the past four months, the two of you had barely spoken - and barely spent any quality time together. You were losing weight, and becoming more pale with each day that passed - but Michael didn't seem to notice. In fact, he seemed to be so preoccupied with other matters - that your marriage meant nothing to him anymore. That's what it looked like. It was horrible.
"You need to talk to him," Luisa sighed. "You can't carry on like this,"
"I've tried," you sniffled. "But nothing seems to be working. He always shuts me down whenever I try to talk to him,"
And you were right. Every time you had tried to bring the topic up with him, he would shut you down. It's as if he knew what was going on, but didn't want to acknowledge it.
"Then you need to leave," Luisa frowned. "And you need to do it now, otherwise you're just going to kill yourself,"
After you had left Luisa's house, you made your way straight back to Neverland. Once you had gotten home, you were greeted by Carol - the chief of staff.
"Good evening, ma'am," she smiled.
"How many times have I told you to call me (Y/N)?" you laughed a little.
"Ah," she nodded. "(Y/N),"
"Has Michael come home yet?" you asked, making Carol frown a little.
"I'm afraid not,"
You nodded before thanking her, making your way up the staircase. Your heart was heavy, and your expression was stoic as you entered the bedroom. The faint scent of Michael's cologne filled your senses, making your heart skip a beat. You loved the man, you really did - but communication lacked, and that was one of the main reasons why your marriage had, supposedly, failed.
You walked over to the closet and grabbed your suitcase - tossing it onto the bed. Once you had done so, you quickly fetched all of your clothes and stuffed them in your bag. After you were sure that you had packed everything, tears streamed down your face as you lifted up the suitcase, setting it down onto the carpet floor.
You collapsed onto the bed, fiddling with your wedding ring as you looked around the bedroom. So many memories had been shared.
Suddenly, a thought came to mind. You had decided that you would wait until Michael returned - you'd give the both of you one last chance.
About an hour had passed before your eyes snapped open. You had fallen off to sleep, but you were awoken by the sound of the bedroom door opening. Michael walked in, not bothering to shut the door behind him.
You sat up, keeping your eyes on your husband. When his eyes met yours, he frowned a little.
"Michael," you smiled a little, getting up from the bed and walking over to him. As you got nearer, he held his hand out - as if to stop you.
You stopped, staring at your estranged husband. Nothing was said, and only silence prevailed.
With that, you grabbed your suitcase and walked out of the room - leaving Michael on his own.
The worst thing was, he didn't bother to stop you.
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