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💜Part Nine💜

With a tired sigh, you woke up to the sound of your alarm clock going off. Despite the fact that you had no commitments, your alarm clock had still rung as programmed, and you inwardly cursed yourself for not trying to adjust the timer schedule.

Your eyes were swollen, from the night before, and the reason for that was no secret. The present morning was Sunday, and it was the day Beth and Michael were to be married. The clock dictated that the time was a little after eight in the morning, and you knew that the ceremony was set to start at ten. In less than two hours, Michael was to be married, and lost to you forever.

Some part of you wished for an alternative reality where you could just burst into the church, in time to stop him from saying his vows, not caring about whom else you hurt. Letting him go would be your biggest regret, and ultimately, it was indirectly your own fault.

You sat there for God knew how long, just deeply lost in thought and regret. The emotional turmoil was too much, but there was nothing else you could do aside from think about it.

In your mind's eye, you imagined how beautiful Beth would have looked in her dress, and how handsome Michael would certainly have been in his suit. You thought about how stunning the ceremony would have been, especially since it had been everything you would have wanted. The guests would have been crowding around the newly married couple in no time, wishing them the best, and sending them off on their honeymoon.

At the thought of their honeymoon, your stomach turned, and you shook your head quickly - wishing to drop the thought altogether.

All of a sudden, the telephone on your bedside table rang, forcing you to let out an involuntary gasp. Without thinking twice, you picked up the receiver and held it to your ear, not even caring to guess who might have been on the other side.

"Hello?" you asked weakly.

There was a long pause, followed by unsteady breaths. Immediately you knew whom it was.

"(Y/N)...."

"Michael..." you trailed off in the same fashion.

Another moment of silence persisted, neither of you knowing what to say next. It was much too awkward, but only because there was an infinite number of things you both wanted to say.

"A-Aren't...you supposed to be down at the church?" you asked softly, breaking the brief silence.

He took in a deep breath, and you could sense that he was struggling with his feelings.

"Yeah, I'm about to leave...I just...wanted to give you one last call before the ceremony..." he spoke quietly. "How...are you?"

"Do you...really want me to answer that?" you laughed sadly.

"At this point, I just...want to hear your voice. I'm relieved Beth understood what was going on...otherwise I don't think I'd have been able to call you with a clear conscience," he forced a laugh. "But it's no secret how I...feel about you, you already know that,"

"Don't say anymore, Michael," you let out a breath. "It'll just...hurt even more. Just don't,"

"I never wanted to hurt you, but it seems as though I ended up doing it anyway," he replied. "(Y/N)....do you remember when we...first met?"

A small smile came to your face as you recalled it. "Of course, how could I forget? It was back in '89, and Beth and I had been lucky enough to be in attendance at the after-party that followed the awards ceremony," you recited from your memory. "And I...bumped into you at the bar,"

"You got champagne all over me that evening, I remember," he managed a little laugh. "And you were...so apologetic, so sweet...I remember breaking into a smile when I saw your face,"

"I was petrified, because I had just spilled my drink all over Michael Jackson," you giggled again. "But...only God knew how much more you would eventually mean to me,"

"You know...it is said that you rightfully belong to the first person with whom your heart has established as it's destined home," he reflected.

Before he could continue, however, a few loud voices could be heard in the background, informing him that it was time for him to make his way down to the church.

"You should go," you whispered, trying not to break down again. "You shouldn't be late to your own wedding," you let out a struggled laugh.

"Nothing will ever be worse than the fact that I was much too late to make the right choice. If I could just...do whatever I wanted, not caring about the people I'd hurt in the process - I'd...run away with you, and never look back,"

Feeling as if you could take no more emotion, you kept your reply short.

"All the best, Michael,"

"(Y/N),"

"Yeah?"

"I always was, and always will be rightfully yours,"

And with that, the call ended.

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Soon, you noticed that the time had come about where the vows were to be exchanged, and as you observed the clock, you began to cry silently. The solution had always seemed so simple, just choose love and all would have been well. Yet despite that, it appeared to be far too complicated for the pair of you to do.

Pulling your blankets closer to you, you closed your eyes, praying that all the discomfort would just disappear.

You began to feel yourself drifting off into uneasy slumber when you heard a series of loud knocks at your front door. Actually, it sounded more as though someone were banging against it.

Getting to your feet in a panic, you rushed out of your bedroom, racing to the front door.

And when you opened it, you received the shock of your life.

Michael was standing there, looking slightly disheveled, still in his suit. You had been correct about how dashing he looked.

He was breathing heavily, as if he'd been running, and his eyes held such an intensity that you were left shell-shocked.

"Michael, what are you-"

"Beth called off the wedding. She called off the wedding because she knew the truth, and I know the truth. (Y/N), I was so stupid to have even thought of letting you go again. I let you go the first time, and I was foolishly close to doing it again..." he moved closer to you. "But God knew how much I needed you, how much I love you....and if it isn't you, then I don't want anybody else. You're the only person I'll ever love like this..."

Your heart fluttered at the realization that you were being given another chance to seize what was truly yours, and this time, you weren't going to make the same mistakes.

There was no time to bother about how exactly the abandoned wedding ceremony was going to be resolved, because you needed to bask in this moment.

"You're the first person with which my heart found it's destined home,"

He laughed, overjoyed. Without wasting another moment, he pulled you closer by the waist, holding you firmly against him - his forehead resting against yours.

Before he kissed you, he took a second to take in the beauty of your features, never wanting to let you go.

"Do you know what that makes you?" he asked in a loving whisper.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, a shy smile painted itself on your lips. The moment was your perfect one.

"Rightfully yours,"

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