Together Again (A Not So Romantic Lovestory) || Michael Jackson

18 - Strings

Faye

I still can't control my breathings. I do not find it difficult to breathe but it is becoming uncomfortable. A negative feeling that is very familiar to my body.

Oh my gosh. Why is this happening?

I already left that place without any hesitations when things are starting to hit differently. 

Believe me when I say that I really wanted to stay because what's cooking in that studio is a masterpiece, a magic. A whole artwork that only Michael Jackson can create.

But I still left the studio.

I left because I can't control myself from seeing the other side of him again. That short film is very hot and sexy. He was just doing a live performance anyway. Not some kind of a video with short story or whatsoever. Just a live performance for a short film.

Maybe, that what makes it special.

And maybe, that caused me to have a rotten brain that I can imagine dragging him from that stage and locking ourselves in a vacant room so I can have him all to myself.

Mine and mine only. And no one else's.

This is too much that I can feel my head throbbing just like how my heart wants to be out of my chest.

I think I made the right decision, yeah? I left the studio immediately before lust can consume my whole system. I did it, right?

I covered my face with my palms as I leaned my body on my kitchen counter. I groaned in frustration as the alien but very familiar feeling is still there. I already tried everything to distract myself but it seemed like, nothing can take it away from my freaking system.

I remained leaning on the counter but this time, my arms are across my chest and my right hand is playing with my chin as I tried to contemplate what is really happening.

I'm in this position for good long minutes and even I heard my main door opened and closed, I didn't budge at my position. It's already past midnight and there's only one person who can do that at this time of the night.

"Faye..." I heard him groan.

Is he mad? I can't tell. But he is not the kind of person who'll get mad right away. Though, he has a pretty good reason to be mad at me. I left the studio without telling him.

"What are you doing here, Michael? It's pretty late." I said casually as I took a small glance at him.

He just got this serious look on his face as he stood at the opposite side of the counter. He got his usual outfit but this time, it is a green button down shirt and his hair is in a low bun. 

He is still as hot as fuck.

"You know why I'm here." He said as cold as ice. 

"Stop right there. Please, Michael?"