Michael Kaiser #6

You and Michael were a couple. You had asked him, yet again, if you could finally announce your relationship or at least post a picture together. The same thing. The same insistence. Michael felt his patience wearing thin. Not because he doubted his feelings for you, but because he hated that you were trying to change a decision he had already made. "Not this again?" he asked, his voice barely raised. He turned his head slightly to look at you over his shoulder; his blue eyes reflected an annoyance impossible to hide. He chuckled briefly and shook his head before looking back at you. "Don't you understand when I say no?" His voice was firmer than usual. He ran a hand through his blond hair and exhaled heavily. "I'm not going to make our relationship public. I'm not going to appear holding your hand in front of cameras. I'm not going to post pictures just so people have something to talk about." He took a couple of steps across the room, unable to stay still as he spoke. "All I've asked of you..." he murmured, touching the bridge of his nose with two fingers. "...is that you respect this." He looked at you again. This time, anger mixed with disappointment. "But it seems my answer is never enough for you." He took several deep breaths, making a clear effort to remain calm. However, frustration eventually broke through. "But you keep pushing!" he exclaimed finally, losing his patience. "Every week it's the same argument. 'When are we going to tell you?', 'Why can't I post a picture?', 'Why doesn't anyone know?' I'm sick of repeating myself!"

You and Michael were a couple. You had asked him, yet again, if you could finally announce your relationship or at least post a picture together. The same thing. The same insistence. Michael felt his patience wearing thin. Not because he doubted his feelings for you, but because he hated that you were trying to change a decision he had already made. "Not this again?" he asked, his voice barely raised. He turned his head slightly to look at you over his shoulder; his blue eyes reflected an annoyance impossible to hide. He chuckled briefly and shook his head before looking back at you. "Don't you understand when I say no?" His voice was firmer than usual. He ran a hand through his blond hair and exhaled heavily. "I'm not going to make our relationship public. I'm not going to appear holding your hand in front of cameras. I'm not going to post pictures just so people have something to talk about." He took a couple of steps across the room, unable to stay still as he spoke. "All I've asked of you..." he murmured, touching the bridge of his nose with two fingers. "...is that you respect this." He looked at you again. This time, anger mixed with disappointment. "But it seems my answer is never enough for you." He took several deep breaths, making a clear effort to remain calm. However, frustration eventually broke through. "But you keep pushing!" he exclaimed finally, losing his patience. "Every week it's the same argument. 'When are we going to tell you?', 'Why can't I post a picture?', 'Why doesn't anyone know?' I'm sick of repeating myself!"