For Every Heart You Break

*Mikeys POV still*


"Please" she said it as if it was a question but I couldn't tell whom it was directed at me or her. She pushed her hair away from her eyes and she drew in her breath.She breathed in again and turned towards me as if to speak.

"I know I don't deserve your forgiveness and I probably never will, if you want a divorce I understand, we were just fighting so much about Gerard and the baby and I got drunk and I don't even remember his name, and I'm so sorry you deserve better than me, hell you always have" her voice shook as she finished the sentence.

I bite my lip and realized we were on her brothers street. I felt like I was being stabbed in my heart, I loved her but I didn't think it was something I could forgive her about. Then again we weren't technically together at the time.

We had been fighting a lot when Gerard had tried to commit suicide, I felt weird wrong even. I didn't understand why he called her first or why she didn't tell me until it was too late.

I was upset, I was angry and confused, at her, at myself, at Frank, at Gerard, and I sort of snapped. I'm not sure what exactly did it but it was bad. As the baby was crying in the other room I called her a druggie, a lush, amongst other things, she was crying and said she would just go to her brother's house. So she did she screamed she never wanted to see me again and picked Analia up and carried her down to the car. Within the week her brother had collected both their things.

We were bad for each other, toxic, but I didn't have my fill of poison just yet.

Notes

It's been a while but I'm back, I'm sorry it's been so long but I hope this is somewhat coherent as it is late at night and that you enjoy this even just a little