let me love you ~ michael jackson & ariana grande

praying to God

April 8th, 1987

Ariana

"He'll be okay though, right?" I ask the doctor eagerly as my mother holds me, tears stringing from her face.

"It's honestly too early to tell, the cancer has been at a moderate speed until tonight. I know your grandpa is a strong man though, he'll push through it. Trust me."

I glance back at the hospital bed where my grandfather lays, he's never looked so weak and ill in my entire life. It's scary to see him like this.

"Thanks." I enter the room again and plop myself down on the uncomfortable leather chair.

"Ariana, he'll fight it. We know he will." My mom encourages as she sits herself down on the other chair.

I shake my head, whimpering quietly, I need to be strong. Not only for my grandfather, but for myself.

"But what if he doesn't?" Our gaze connects and for once, my mother has nothing to say.

My mom always knew what to say when it came to everything whether it was from a breakup to me getting an injury, she always had something to say to make me feel better until now.

"I...I don't know." Her words leave her mouth as gently as a whisper.

I droop my head down and all I can do is sit here and pray to God that my grandfather will be alright.

4 Weeks Later...

Things have gotten somewhat better, If I'm going to be honest.

My grandpa has been progressing. Slowly but surely he'll be back to his normal self, I know he will be.

I've been feeling drained in guilt today considering I haven't spoken to Michael as much as I'd like to be which is all my fault. I've just been so distracted with my grandfather, his health is the only thing that's been on my mind.

The only good thing that's came out of this is that my drive to write music has been insane, I think I've maybe written 5 songs just in the past 3 weeks, new material is always great especially since I'm in the process of my second album which the production of it has definitely came to a pause ever since I've been so distracted.

Anyway, back to actuality. I sit at the dinner table with Nonna who's been even more depressed than I have which is clearly understandable.

Bringing my mind back to reality, I hear a knock on the door.

I scurry over to the big front door and swing it open.

I'm greeted with Michael standing there with a bouquet of flowers, I swear Michael is going to turn my house into a flower shop bringing me all these blossoms. My mood instantly shifts seeing the light of my life here.

"Michael." I give him a bone crushing hug.

"Hi, my love. These are for your grandmother." Michael let's go of my waist and sticks the orchids out for me to grab.

They're absolutely stunning and smell so good.

"You should be the one to give it to her." I suggest.

"Oh, uh, okay." Michael smiles, grabbing my hand while walking over to where Nonna is seated.

Nonna absolutely adores Michael, let me tell you that. I think if she were just a few decades younger, I would have to worry about her stealing him from me.

Nonna's eyes light up at the sight of Michael and she looks the happiest she's looked in weeks.

"Hi, Mrs. Grande. It's very lovely to see you." Michael bends down hugging her gently, ending their interaction with a kiss on the cheek.