More than 50 percent of marriages end in divorce, Mike never thought one of those would be his. But here he stood with the papers in one hand, and his other hand poised to knock on his soon to be ex-husband's wooden door.

Mike knew he looked disheveled, his hands having carted through his hair multiple times on the way over, his clothes wrinkled and on the verge of ripping. His eyes a slightly pink and swollen, an indication that he had spent a handful of hours crying. But he didn't care, he was here to deliver the papers and leave. He closed his eyes for a moment longer than a blink. A single tear traversing his cheek before his hand could began knocking. Despite his appearance, Mike stood in front of the door; to the naked eye, he appeared to be standing still, full of confidence, and poise.

Internally, he felt like his body was shaking, tears were threatening to escape and his legs felt like they were going to give out at any moment. His entire body felt like it was pumping blood too fast. His body temperature was skyrocketing, and the thumping of his heart ringing on his ears. Mike felt weak; he felt like he was going to throw up. He felt like more tears were going to escape. He felt, dare he say; pathetic. He was once again succumbing to Harvey's wishes, just like he always did. Maybe Harvey was right, having emotions did make you weak.

The heartbeat he felt in his ears faded, only to be replaced with Harvey's voice replaying the words.

Caring only makes you weak, they think you care, they'll walk all over you.

Harvey had only said the words once. They weren't directly to him, but the words had been engraved in his mind. His eidetic memory didn't help forget them. Ever since Harvey said them, the words swam in his self consciousness. Maybe that had been the problem.

Mike was broken out of his thoughts by the sound of the rustling coming from inside. He tried to focus on who it could be. Was it Harvey? Was he struggling as much as Mike was with everything? Was he just as miserable as Mike? Was Mike making a mistake? Maybe he should wait and see how Harvey was faring without him to see if they could rekindle their relationship.

Mike pressed his ear against the door hoping to gleam some more information. But ultimately decided they best way to read his husband was to see his face. So naturally, Mike did the only thing he could think to do. He knocked real loud and ran towards the end of the hall.

His eyes fixated on his partner's door. His heart beat quickened as Harvey's facial features came into view. The artificial light hit his face almost perfectly. Mike smiled softly to himself at the sight of Harvey. A part of him hated that he was still so deeply in love with the other man. His smile quickly faded and he blinked. Harvey was smiling, his face lit up with what looked like happiness. Mike furrowed his eyebrows, waiting for Harvey's to reveal that maybe he was faking it. Then he saw her.

A pair of arms wrapped around Harvey's bare torso. Her face leaning forward, she pressed a kiss against his shoulder, before resting her chin on Harvey's shoulder. Harvey turned back to look at whoever it was, they exchanged words. Mike wasn't sure what they said, his mind was too busy trying to read the love of his life.

His husband was looking at her with fondness; with love. His eyes were a slightly lighter shade of brown. They only did that when Harvey was truly happy. When he was coursing with excitement; when he was overjoyed and beyond satisfied with life. There had only been a handful of moments when his eyes did that.

When Harvey beat his life long rival, Elliott Stemple, when Harvey had first said I love you to Mike, when Harvey proposed and during their wedding.

Mike felt his stomach drop and his heart breaking all over again. He swallowed and let out a shaky breath. He was going to throw up. It was the same look that Mike thought was reserved for him.

But maybe not anymore.

He swallowed taking everything in. He couldn't move, he didn't know if Harvey saw him, but if his husband did, he didn't react. Harvey had long since gone inside but the scene continued to replay in Mike's mind for several minutes. Mike couldn't take anymore, He blinked a few times hoping to delay the tears long enough to get out of the building.

So, Mike ran. He ran as fast as his legs would carry him. He didn't know where he was going, but he didn't have time to stop and unlock his bike. He probably ran around three miles, before his lungs caught up to him. He hands on his knees, bent over and panting.

It was then that everything hit him like a ton of bricks. He had nothing left. A backpack with what remained of his belongings. strapped to his back and the divorce papers in his hands. The divorce papers were beginning to crease. Mike shrugged the backpack off his shoulders and placed the manila envelope inside, and continued to try and catch his breath.

Mike was truly alone. He had no one. Harvey had been his family long before they got married, and well before they started dating. Harvey had once upon a time promised that they would be family through everything. Mike had been stupid enough to believe it, but it wasn't the first time Mike had lived through a broken promise.

But this was different, his hands trembled, and he could feel his chest tightening with every painful beat of his heart. The betrayal and sadness were almost too much to bear, leaving him feeling utterly alone and devastated.

He wasn't sure he was going to survive this.