[MJ Fanfiction] Whatever Happens (Sequel to "What Happened That Day")

Part 40: Broken Hearts Heal

Michael's point of view

As the sunrays coming through the large windows of the hotel room hit my face, I stirred a little in my sleep and felt a pressure on my chest; a warm, pleasing pressure. I opened my eyes one by one only to see June sleeping on my bare chest, which caused a huge grin to appear on my face.

Even though I couldn't feel the blood flowing in my left arm that was around June's waist anymore, I didn't let go of her and laid a gentle kiss on her forehead, my smile never leaving my tired face.

This night was rough for me, because I just wouldn't allow myself to close my eyes and go to sleep, afraid that all of this was nothing but a wonderful dream. I was afraid to close my eyes and wake up in the harsh reality. It seemed too perfect; so much perfect that I thought this was all my imagination playing tricks on me. So when I woke up and felt the love of my life just beside me where she belonged, I knew this was all real.

It's like we fell in love with each other all over again, like we were discovering the other for the very first time. If I had to find a word to describe that night, it would be magical, for everthing seemed unreal, like it was just an illusion.

I gently moved my head to the side in order to see the digital clock that stood on the nightstand which read 9:37a.m. Doing so, the folded paper that Prince asked me to deliver to June caught my eyes. I could have read it before, but I wouldn't allow myself to do so, thinking it may be personal.

I gently placed another kiss on June's forehead, and carefully slid my legs out of bed in order to sit up on the edge of it and grabbed the letter.

The very first line of the letter broke my heart a bit, for it let me know that Prince was heartbroken: so much that he had to put an end to his friendship with June.

As days passed by, I came to a point where I learned to like Prince, thing I thought I wouldn't be able to do. Ever. I discovered a new side to his personality, a good one, and I understood why June had doubts about her feelings towards him; it's easy to fall for such a nice person, especially when you spend most of your time with them. The fact that June got closer to him was my fault because I left her behind, and I was missing while I was taking care of things on my own.

Now I just wish Prince never fell for her, and that they could remain as good friends as they were, because June made me understand how much she cared about him.

I ruined everything, but still, June came back to me, even though I was a real asshole to her.

And I couldn't be happier about it.

From that day on, I swore to myself that I would never hurt her like this again, and I'd never cast doubt on her intentions.

I left my thoughts aside, and refocused on Prince's words, reading them carefully in my head. His letter was probably one of the most sincere proof of love that one can give another. Even though he was madly in love with her, he still wished her to be happy with me, even if it must have broken his heart to think that the woman he loves would be in someone else's arms.

I realized while reading, that Prince and I were more alike than I thought; he's sensitive, and lonely. The only difference is that I don't care to show it to people, while Prince is quite reserved about this and want to stick to his bad boy image. Maybe it's easier for him to have some people hate him, as I learned thanks to this letter that he didn't know what it was to love and to be loved before June walked into his life.

"With you, I wasn't alone anymore, and I could never be able to thank you enough for that."

I read this sentence over and over again in my head, and turned to see June, who stirred a little in her sleep, allowing me to have a beautiful view on her bare, dreamy legs. I smiled at the sight, and felt a tear rolling down my cheek.