I knocked on the door, wiping the tears running along my face as I continued to pound my knuckles onto their entrance until someone finally opened the door. Mike seemed angry as he aggressively pulled it open, bare chested with only pyjama pants. He had bed hair, and his eyes were filled with fatigue. I stepped backwards, meeting his gaze and attempting to wipe the tears continuing to overflow my eyes; I couldn't stop them.
"What the f**k are you doing August? You're lucky it was me that opened this god damn door," he spat, standing from the doorway before finally realizing that I was unable to stop sobbing. Immediately, he closed the door behind him and approached me with concern, all his sharp features softening. He reached me, placing an arm around my shoulders as he held me against hi
