I Am Forever (Michael Jackson)

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine-

At about 11:30 a.m., we finally got up, and things were very uncomfortable. He walked around the kitchen with a piece of toast in his mouth. I kinda walked around the kitchen in search of something; but since it's a hotel kitchen, we were limited on groceries.

"Hey, uh, Mike," I tapped his shoulder. He turned around, "Um, I'm going out to get something to eat; want something?" I stared at my shoes, playing with the heels.

He nodded his head, in acknowledgement, "Oh, um." He paused then turned back around to continue walking. "No. No, no thank you," he was so lifeless around me. It hurts. What have I done to him? Where's my Michael?

I sighed, "Alright, uh - I'll be right back, okay?" I so desperately wanted him again, but I just can't, and I know he doesn't love me anymore.

I walked out of the hotel room, then slid my back down the door. Sighing heavily, I got up, and felt my tears run down my face.

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~Michael's POV~

I can't do this anymore. This is the hardest thing I've ever done. Every time I see her, it kills me that we agreed to just be friends. We are still legally married, but unfortunately, we're going to deal with that later. I still can't believe I didn't fight for us to be together. I agreed with her at that moment because I was in shock; it felt as though I was in a dream. I never thought this would happen between us, ever. We were supposed to get really close and inseparable, grow old together, and have tons of grandchildren, and ... none of this was even supposed to happen!

I can't stand this. I know she's lost all feeling for me, and there's nothing I can do about it.

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~Bonnie's POV~

I didn't know where to go, or if there was an American restaurant with American breakfast and English-speaking people. I just don't do well in foreign countries. I'm so used to being home. I'm an homey type of girl. I don't like leaving my comfort-zone.

I couldn't understand anything the locals were telling me, or what was in the food, so I ended up going back to the hotel. I wasn't in a hungry mood anyway.

I opened the door, and heard Michael singing softly. It was "Killing Me Softly"

"Strumming my pain with her fingers,

Singing my life with her words,

Killing me softly with her song,

Killing me softly with her song,

Telling my whole life with her words,

Killing me softly with her song."

He changed the lyrics, to fit the person singing. I enjoyed listening to his voice sing, it was so peaceful and angelic. He makes me feel like I've gone to a paradise that holds singing angels that all sound like Michael ...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm down Bonnie. You guys are just friends, and only friends. You two both decided that this isn't going to work out, so drop the feelings -

"Bonnie?" Michael's voice snapped me out of my mind-argument.

I shook my head to get it together, then walked in, "Yeah, it's me." I sighed.

He came into my view, only wearing some sweatpants. He was so ... shirtless. I was mesmerised.

He acted so casual. Being all shirtless and hunky, "Did you get anything?"

I knew I had to stop staring, or things would get even more awkward. I blinked a few times, then looked up and finally answered, "Uh, no. I couldn't understand or read anything, so I just came back. I'm not hungry anyway-"