"Mum, I'm twenty years old. I think I can handle living on my own." Michael sighed, looking at his mother with a frown. He didn't want to break the news until he was certain he had a place.

She looked shellshocked, as if the news was physically hurting her. Michael didn't want to stick around long enough to see her tears, he already had half his things packed before he even bothered to tell her.

A/N: New story :^)