ery conversation between Mitchell and Michael felt thinner, stretched taut with words left unsaid. T

couple went through rough patches, that love wasn't alwa

to what they used to be. He made Michael's favorite dish, lit candles, and even set out the wor

t be late this time," he had said that morning,

But as the hours crept by, the food once a

ne-no messages. He

c had long since stopped playing. Mitchell sat alone at the tab

hinking, he grabbed

ichael at

as bowed, his dark hair falling over his forehead, his entire body lost in the music. There was someone beside him-a wom

's heart

too intimate. And sudden

pen the doo

ise flashing across his face. "M

hollow laugh, shaking his head. "You were suppos

man, then back at Mitchel

ell repeated, his voice quiet b

nd through his hair. "Mitche

rising now. "Because from where I'm standing, it looks a

r throat awkwardly.

hed as she walked out, her heels clicking softly

tell me?" Mitchell asked, his

l hesi

tiny pause-was all it took f

red him immediately. Would have closed the distance between them

ne standing in front o

promise," Michael admitted finall

he air had been knoc

ha

t to hurt you, Mitchell. But I do

hed out, gripping the edge o

, his voice shaking. "Yo

want to fight all the time. I don'

," Mitchell

ot that

is simple. It's choosing someone, every single day, even when it's hard. Even

hing into fists at his sides. "I k

re you brea

didn't

that was t

nown that heartbreak didn't always come with screaming, or slammed doors, or

ou go," Mitchell admitted,

ething that looked a lot like p

at, the unraveli