Forever and a Half || Michael Jackson

Chapter Eight - You're Not Alone

Chapter eight – You're Not Alone

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The morning is spent relaxing in my front garden, just letting the sun hit us freely. It's simple, yet incredibly wonderful, because we're both happy, and Michael hasn't had a single negative or unhappy comment since breakfast.

But that doesn't stop him from thinking, I guess.

"Hey," I catch his attention, "Why don't we go on a picnic?"

"A picnic?" he repeats my offer.

"Yeah!" I grin, "It's simple and sweet, and it'll give us some more fresh air. You up for it?"

"Uh ... sure. But you've got everything you need for it, already, right?"

"I should think so—" I suddenly realise why he's asking. "Is it because you don't want to go grocery shopping?"

He stands up from his spot on the grass, and looks down at me timidly, "Maybe."

"So it's people that you're not ready for, not the outside world," I calculate.

He shrugs, and I stand up too. Then, he averts his eyes upwards, "I guess so, yeah."

"So you're up for a picnic in the fields?" I ask once again.

His gaze moves down to my face, and he nods his head, "Yeah. I think it would be nice."

"That's sorted then," I start walking inside, with Michael following me. "Let's prepare."

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After preparations, me and Michael start heading to the park – and this time, I do bring a coat, just in case. The thing that bothers me is that, last time we came here – last night – Michael tried to kill himself. I hope that doesn't happen again.

Once we've arrived in the fields, we choose a spot, and I lay the blanket out on the grass. We both unload the basket of its contents, and sit down on the ground.

"Help yourself," I assure him.

He gives a faint smile, before reaching out to take a cupcake from the adequate amount of choice we have. He unwraps one side of the cupcake, and takes a small bite, then his eyes widen and he looks at me.

"This is incredible. Where'd you get these?" he asks.

"Oh ... I kinda made them myself," I answer.

He swallows, before setting the cake down by his side, on the blanket, "Please teach me how to make them, please!" His tone suddenly becomes more excited, which I'm happy about.

"Of course I will," I chuckle, "And, heh, thank you."

"Thank me? Citria, you're the one that made these—these Edible Angels!" he gasps.

We both share a laugh, before I take a hold of another cupcake. I unwrap it completely, then take a bite out of it. I notice Michael watching me with a playful eye, so I smile, biting my lip to avoid laughing out of amusement due to his expression.

"What?" I demand with a small giggle.

"Nothin', just ... I've been thinking a lot about last night, and ... I don't know, I guess I'm glad I wasted that bullet now. Being here with you today is a blessing. Unless the way I felt last night comes back, I don't see myself trying to ... you know ... any time soon," he explains.

I can't control my smile, hearing that. He's telling me he isn't going to try killing himself again – unless he feels the same way as he did last night – therefore meaning I've got to keep his mood somewhat happy, at least.