Michael Jackson Imagines

Goodbye Forever? Part Three

A week has passed ...

Lucky you, you and Michael survived the crash. He ended up being just fine, and you both recovered quickly.

Even though you almost had to say goodbye forever to Michael, he survived. You were beyond happy he lived, but you felt you still needed to discuss what happened that night at the party.

You waited a while to bring it up, since it was the reason you both were in the hostpital.

"Michael?" You whisper, as you rubbing his forehead, pulling some of the curls away from his face.

"Hi, baby." He says, smiling, his cheeks turning a red color.

"Can we talk...." I say, hesitating.

"About what?" He asks.

"You know... About that night, and Diana.." I say, embarrassed.

"I don't want to talk about it." He says, getting up.

"Cmon, Michael can we please just talk about what happened?" I say, chasing after him.

He turns around fast, causing me to nearly bump right into to him.

"No. I said no, now just leave it at that." He says, before going upstairs and slamming the door.

All I can do is sit on the couch and patiently wait for Michael to calm down, and talk to me.

But he never does, nor is it ever brought up again.