Kristopher

I woke up to the welcoming scent of freshly baked pancakes, I twitched my lips as my eyes shot open and I sat up. I had slept here, on the couch after watching the movie. I don't think I even made it to the end.

I stared at the window, only to see sun rays reflecting. I groaned as I stretched a little, I hated the weather already.

I made it to the kitchen not without stepping on a few crumbs which irritated my feet.

I stared perplexed at Micah who appeared to be..... cooking?

That explains the scent.

My brows shot up as I  stared at the mess she had made of the kitchen. Burnt frying pans stacked in the sink, sugar out of it's  place, cracked eggs on the counter.

My kitchen had never been disarranged or dirty, it disgusted me. I didn't have a house keeper because I never had need for them, I am a neat and arranged person. I eat out but occasionally make my own meals.

"What the hell are you doing!" I yelled as I ran my hand down my  face in frustration.

"Oh" she turned to face me with a cheerful bright smile, her hair was a mess and all over her face. She quickly brushed it back with her hands. " I thought I'd help you make.-"

" Who gave you permission to come into my kitchen?" I caught her off rudely.

She stared down at the floor and played with her feet. "Well, no one." She looked up again.

"But my mom said that....No, I lot of ladies know that the best way to a man's heart is through his belly."

"No. The best way to a man's heart is hard work and determination." 

She sighed out loudly.

" I'm trying my best here, you are the one who-"

"No." I cut her short. " I did nothing, I'm not making you stress yourself, you are the one who chose to stress yourself by continuing with this deal. You are the one who put your family in a hopeless state Micah Harlan. I did nothing, absolutely nothing. I never forced you to do anything. You are the one who fucked up not me." I ended with a smirk.

As I searched her face for a reaction but found none.

"Sure." I heard her sniff, she turned her back at me. " I'm sorry I'm strong headed and stubborn, I'm sorry I refuse to give up, I'm sorry I put my family in a tough spot. I'm sorry I fucked up."

I rose my brows, at this point I felt she wasn't talking to me anymore.

"I'm sorry I always mess things up, I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry that I just can't give up  and walk away." She turned back to me.

My eyes widened slightly at the sight of the dried tears on her cheeks.

"I know I'm a bitch for pushing forward but I can't give up."

Her eyes were kinda puffy but no matter how many times I wanted to feel sorry for her I didn't. I had given her chances to walk away but she wasted them.

I couldn't afford to feel sorry for her just because of a few y
tears. I couldn't afford to open up my heart again or else I would feel stupid that I had locked it in vain.

I couldn't afford to soften up.

"Clean this mess up." I instructed before walking away. I can swear I heard her breakdown but I didn't turn to look at her, I would feel bad, and that was something I couldn't dare to feel right now.

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I got into the shower thinking about Micah's face, I couldn't believe she actually cried, she'd never cried before.

Believe it or not I felt horrible, I know what it feels like to feel so hopeless that you have no choice but to let it out.

Still, she had turned away, she didn't want me to see her tears. I was truly horrible.

I leaned on the wall as the warm water ran down my body. Who was I ? What had I become?

A lot of people had cried because of me so why did this one affect me so much? Maybe it's because I see how much she tries.

She tries, I hate to admit it but she does and all I have to be is a dickhead.

I couldn't let her win the contact but I shouldn't be  mean.

I shot my eyes as I try to remember where it had all gone wrong.

Oh, I remember. When I was abandoned by the one's I had called family.

I had decided to give Micah another week but will it really matter? There was nothing she could do to change my mind.

She is annoying and strong headed but her company was okay. It reminded me of a reason to fight and I couldn't let her beat me.

I exhaled loudly as I washed my hair. Of course  I felt like a horrible person now but once I met her again she would find away to ruin my mood but it was kind of .......... refreshing?

I stared at the mirrors in the walk In closet. The white towel was tied firmly round my waist.

I began to look for a suit to wear but later realized that I wasn't going to work today, the paparazzi hadn't calmed down and I was still very stressed.

I picked out black joggers and an ash colored hoodie. I didn't bother gelling my hair, I'll just live it messy, I wasn't going anywhere anyways.

I was starving, maybe I would pick a book from the library and read while eating Micah's pancakes.

The house was weirdly silent, too silent for Micah. She couldn't be this silent. I chuckled quietly as I imagined what she could be doing that kept her this quiet.

I got downstairs ready to eat pancakes but frowned at the kitchen, it clean, too clean for Micah who was just here.

"Micah." I called out and stepped out of the kitchen. The house was neatly arranged, even the empty bottles which I had drank yesterday weren't there. They had been thrown out.

It was as if Micah never showed up yesterday. "Micah!" I called while searching the whole house for her but she wasn't there.

I later confirmed from Simone that she had left. He inquired about her wellbeing saying that color looked drained from her face. I assured him that everything was alright and got off the phone.

She had left.

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