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He was depressed. Absolutely depressed. Adrien broke up with him five weeks ago and it was just getting worse for him. He was just laying around in his house for most of the time. Quidditch Practice was a complete embarrassment. He was never this bad, but he just couldn't keep his mind off of the break up. 'It's not you... Really it's not. I love you to death, but my job it's just too much.. I can't keep a relationship'
kept replaying over in his head. It had to be a complete lie. He had to be the reason why Adrien didn't want him anymore. The whole house was a mess, but certain spots of where he had broke down and started ripping items from the wall and bookshelves were scattered around the house. He was to the point where he didn't even want to get up in the morning. Just lay in his bed and curl up. Cry himself back to sleep as many times as he could.
Honeydukes wasn't even making him happy. Even when he had bought several pieces of candy was was just standing in the store eating them. Michael was hoping he'd run into someone from the team in Hogsmeade. He'd feel a bit more happier if he got to talk to someone about something to keep his mind off Adrien. He was too tired to try and hold back tears in front of people so he would most defiantly just break down in front of them and run off to go be by himself. This was tough and he didn't know how to deal with it. He wondered how Adrien was feeling about the break up. Dammit, stop thinking about Adrien.
Deciding to finally leave Honeydukes to just go get some tea, it was much too early for him to start drinking even in his mental state. The snow crunched under his feet as he trudged across it. He didn't even care about the fans that would run up to him and start talking to him. He would nod, say oh really? that's pretty cool, and thanks, then sign their things so they'd be on their way. Who cared anymore? He didn't. The team had a curse and obviously it carried on over to him which is why Adrien broke up with him. That was the reason. He wasn't suppose to be happy about anything. Wearing his sweater over his long sleeved shirt was a stupid idea. He should have wore a coat, but the thought process when he was getting dressed to go out was that he was so numb inside he wouldn't feel it anyways.
Okay so Madame Puddifoot's was a bigger mistake. Stupid couples with their stupid kissy faces and their stupid relationship. That was suppose to be him. Suppose to be him and Adrien with Adrien's arm around his shoulder keeping him close and warming him up as they chatted over their tea. He ripped his eyes from the couple and headed to the window table. At least he could look out the window and not have to look at all of them. He ordered his tea and sipped it as he stared outside. He covered his face up and just sat there like that. Just shut all the things out Michael and think about nothing. Think about floating in space. Removing his hands he rubbed his eyes and groaned. He wanted to go die.