A/N: I came up with this story like three days later (when Jesus rose from the dead) after reading Sabor Tooth Tiger's story Twenty Years Later. I was just laying in my bed (trying to go to sleep like a good little girl) when this story kept on harassing me. So I just put it aside, promising it I will do it when I cross other things off my list, and it temporarily left me alone. Hence the 'temporarily' part. Oh, and if you haven't even completed the mission The Snow Storm (A mission from Elizabeta) I suggest you go back right now. I don't want to be a spoil sport.
One last thing: I do not own the Grand Theft Auto franchise or anything associated with it. I don't even own the game! Nor the Xbox 360! Just borrowed it.
Chapter 1- Prologue-Inside; Going Deeper
"You fucking bitch." Even now those words shocked her. He called her a bitch. Niko Bellic, the one who she went on countless dates with, called her a bitch. And she was crying about it. Yes, she was crying like a heartbroken teenage girl and she couldn't stop herself. She should have expected this. The anger seeping through him. She was, in fact, the one who betrayed him; not the other way around. But a bitch?! A fucking bitch?! She wasn't supposed to feel sad or anger at a simple name; many people called her that before and she cared less. But coming from Niko…it hurt. This is what bothered her the most…she was supposed to feel nothing! Not even the slightest of emotions. But she felt more than even slight. She shouldn't even care about this assignment; about him. After all, he was just an assignment. Was. Now it was time to move on but something kept keeping her from doing just that. Somewhere along the line she did something that broke line between work and personal; assignment and something more.
He was just an assignment. He was just an assignment… She kept telling herself over and over as if the more she say it; the more she'll convince herself. And why not? She did it multiple times before and worked. The problem was the more she said it; the more tears kept falling down her cheeks. Unintentionally or not, she went over their memories when they were together. One part of her skipped and blocked out the question and went straight to their fun times while the other part of her just wanted to know how did she get this ending. Recalling one thing she said, she came to a realization. She gave herself this ending. In the end, she was the one who burned herself.
A/N: This was an probably overly analyzed, slightly dramatized point of view. If you like it then tell me and if you hate it then I really don't care. I think I have split personalities or I have mixed feelings about Michelle but a part of me want to say 'Screw you, chickie-poo' and the other part of me is so freakin' compassionate that it wrote a story about her. Damn! And since everybody's doing it I might as well ask people to review too! Here it goes: Remember, reviews are cooler when don't make people feel like sewer. Read and review please!