Even when everything about the atmosphere seems right, sometimes sleep is just impossible. Intrusive thoughts and spiraling scenarios fighting for a dominant spot in the forefront of her mind. Soon the sky was a burning shade of vermillion and Athena had to officially give up on any hope of falling asleep. Instead she looked over at her two sons, snoozing soundly the same way they had all night. Brandon curled up at the foot of the air mattress, and Damien hung halfway off the side of the mattress with his arms sprawled out.
No point in laying here, if I can't even sleep. Quiet as she could, Athena tip-toed out of the room and into the shadowed hallway. The sunlight hadn't reached this part of the house yet, letting her hold on to the comfort of darkness just a little while longer. Daylight meant she'd have to start making moves and decisions; forcing that familiar tightness into her throat and chest. She closed her eyes, recalling Michael's calm voice in her head. "Breathe, Athena. Look at me." Now that Michael was on her mind again, she remembered to check her phone for any messages or calls. The phone lit up and showed a notification for two unread messages from Michael, and six messages from another unknown number.
The messages from the unknown number were immediately deleted, she didn't even bother to read them. No doubt they'd just be threats or empty apologies from Ty. The messages from Michael, she looked forward to. The most recent one had been sent only fifteen minutes ago.
🍎 : I keep forgetting about the 3-hour time difference, so I hope this isn't too early. I was listening to the Temptations and thought about you ♡ haha
The most recent one was actually an image attached. It was a picture of Michael in red pajamas, leaning up against a white wall and playfully sticking his tongue out at the camera. Well that's just fucking adorable. The smile it put on Athena's face could've brought the sun up ahead of schedule. Not to mention the amount of trust he must've had in her, to send a picture of himself. Did it even occur to him how risky that could be, for a man pretending to be dead?
'Thena: I hope you're still awake. Love the picture 💞😍 Were you listening to our song without me? 😏
Our song? It took a small leap of faith for her to actually press send, instead of backspacing the entire text. Our song… It's just two innocent little words. Words that meant the start of something. Grouping them together as a unit. An 'us'. A 'we'. That's more than just two friends that casually have sex with each other. The delightful little butterflies she felt just a moment ago, were starting to shift into a nervous fluttering. Maybe I'm just overthinking it. Shocking her, and furthering her nervousness, the little speech bubble popped up - showing that Michael was typing a reply.
🍎 : Yeah, I did haha. Sorry. It's not the same without my dance partner ;)
'Thena: Maybe we should dance together again when I come back ~ 😏💋
Flirt. That's easy enough to cover up. Michael could flirt and charm probably better than any other guy Athena's encountered. When he was still in the spotlight, several magazines and websites awarded him with 'World's Most Beautiful Smile'. It actually still shows up if you Google it. Lord help whoever was on the receiving end of that smile.
🍎 : You're still due for some more flexibility exercises
🍎 : When are you coming back, anyway?
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Broken Mirrors {Michael Jackson Fanfic}
FanfictionThe world has mourned the loss of their beloved King of Pop, for a couple of years now. So who is this mysterious man, appearing on the front porch of one of his fans? Is the world ready for his return? Is his heart ready for the love he's been s...
