Reverie - Michael Jackson Imagines

Someone Like You✨

Blood On The Dancefloor Era 

"In more breaking news, the King of Pop has found his queen! Michael Jackson made a red carpet debut with his new bride, Angela Collins, at the Cannes Film Festival this past weekend. Reports say the newlyweds secretly married in Paris less than a week ago,"

You blocked out the reporter's words, holding your breath as you zoned in on the footage of the two of them beaming as they stride the red carpet hand-in-hand. He looks regal in a velvet blazer embellished with an elaborate broach, his hair pulled back with tendrils of curls framing his shapely eyebrows and big ebony eyes.

And then there's her.

She is a sight for sore eyes in a gorgeous silk red gown to complement his armband. She's built like a model,  has glowing caramel skin, glossy hair styled like Rita Hayworth, and perfect teeth.

Damn, he always knew how to pick them.

You wash down the lump in your throat with a sip of merlot and decide to switch the channel. Your chest feels tight and you quickly blink away the tears that cloud your eyes.

All of the tender touches, stolen kisses, hearty laughs and warm long nights you'd fought hard to put behind you had come flooding back. You'd been so close.

You were almost her but almost just wasn't good enough.

The news had probably come as a shock to all his adoring fans around the world, crushing the hearts of his hungry school girl fans that fantasize about their own future with him. Their juvenile crushes and disappointments however could never compare to the very real and volatile bond the two of you once shared.

It had been nearly a decade since you'd first met but you remembered every detail as if it had only been yesterday.

You were immediately enraptured with every quality of him. The way moved around a room, that brilliant smile of his, the way his eyes shined with bittersweet wonder. His beautiful soul only made you fall harder.

Michael's demanding career made things difficult in the beginning and you'd almost thought you'd lost him for good but fate had brought him back to you and things were a whirlwind from there.

Michael had a way of making you feel invincible like you were on top of the world and never coming down. When things were good with him they were very, very good and when they were bad, it was hell.

You were both complex, difficult people making your relationship unbearable at times.

You were fire and ice, honey and vinegar. Your love languages were different. Michael liked grand gestures- lollipops and roses and promises. You were more demure, sometimes coming off as a cavalier ice queen.

You'd suffer the consequences icing him out one too many times. For every hailstorm you put him through, Michael would send an iceberg your way. If you crossed him wrong, he could easily delete you from his life in an instant.

That's exactly what happened.

Things ended amicably three years ago after at least four years of ups and downs. You were both exhausted with your insanity-dizzy and crestfallen from making the same mistakes and expecting different results.

You hadn't heard from him since. You'd always pictured yourselves crossing paths one day and laughing it all off. Maybe it'd just be a running gag and the game could begin again.

But now she was in the picture. She was his wife. What had she done to receive such an honor? How many other women after you had she beat out for the crown?