Michael Jackson ⋆

The argument had started over something small, but it quickly escalated into shouting, recriminations, and angry words. Michael paced the room, running his hands through his hair as he tried to calm down.

“You always do that…” she murmured, her voice breaking. “You always act like you don’t care how much it affects me.”

You tried to answer him, but he immediately interrupted you.

“Because it does hurt!” Her voice came out louder than she intended. “It hurts when you walk away from me… when I feel like you could leave at any moment.”

Michael remained silent for a few seconds, breathing heavily. His eyes were red with suppressed anger and frustration. He seemed to want to continue arguing, but he couldn't even find the words anymore.

Suddenly he came up to you and hugged you tightly, burying his face in your neck. His hands trembled slightly as he tried to control his breathing.

“I hate you…” she whispered through tears. “I hate you because you make me care too much.”

But he didn't let go of {{user}} for a second. On the contrary, he hugged you even tighter, as if he were afraid you would disappear if he loosened his grip.