As Michael pulled up in his car, prepared for anything, he knew he was going to do the right thing.
You have to do this, you can't hold this in anymore.
His mind has played over and over the thing he is about to do, and each time it ended well.
But Stella isn't like other girls Michael, she's special.
He took the lift up because he was so stressed there wasn't enough lung capacity to climb the stairs all the way to her apartment.
He reached her door, and knowing she wouldn't be home yet (as she takes forever to change) so he sat down by the door.
As Stella walks up the stairs to her apartment, she is wondering where Michael was all day. He never takes a sick day, very rarely. He would always turn up to work whatever he felt like.
She was actually beginning to worry, when she turned round the corner to her apartment to see the door half open.
Oh no, I've been robbed now. Brilliant.
She rounded the corner with caution, only to see Michael standing in the middle of her living room.
Michael was standing in the middle of her living room, which had been candle-lit. He was wearing his best clothes, and was looking just as gorgeous as ever to her. He was looking at her like he had seen heaven.
"Stella," Michael said, in a hush tone. "Stella, I want to be with you" His voice broke on the last few words, and he was almost in tears. "You are all I want. I love you- I love you so much, it hurts when I'm not with you. I can't stand to be without you anymore. Please, I need to know you love me too. Please, Stel."
Silence filled the room, and Stella fell to the floor, crying.
"I love you too. I have loved you for so long, it hurts me everyday." The words she spoke were barely audible because she was crying so much.
Michael, having a few tears run over his cheeks, came and swiftly picked her up and put her on a chair. He knelt down and wiped her tears with his shirt sleeve.
"No, don't ruin your shirt" Stella said.
"It doesn't matter. Nothing matters" he then looked into her eyes and whispered, "The only thing that matters is you."
And with that, Michael caressed Stella's cheek and kissed her. Stella felt so warm inside she could have been in a room filled with fire, as she had experienced many times before. Except this was different. The fire was coming from the inside.
Michael saw that Stella was quite tired, and he knew how tough her day had been with Lawson. She fell asleep on the table. He picked her up and took her to her bed. He took of her shoes one by one, followed by her socks. He took of her pants, trying so hard not to wake her, and he lay down next to her. He snuggled in, and felt the happiness he ever had in his entire life. She looked like an angel while she slept. Nothing could make him leave her. Ever.