Butterflies- A Michael Jackson story

"Saying goodbye" - Chapter 16

Saga's POV

When I open my eyes next time I get greeted with a unexpected sight. I'm still in Michael's room, I can't believe I fell asleep again.

We are laying close together, our bodies facing each other. Me with one hand under my head and the other placed on Michael's firm chest. Him with an arm placed over me resting at my lower back and his chin carefully placed over my head, which have resulted in me snuggling my face in near his neck. I'm so close that I can smell the scent of his skin. It's a mix between soap, cologne and just...Michael. Our legs are tangled together, almost like a knot.

It's a comfortable position, safe and warm. I feel his chest rise under my hand as he breathes, feeling his calm heartbeats. There's a dim light in the room telling me that it's morning, but it seems to be raining. I can hear the smattering on the big windows. It's a calming sound.

I almost fall asleep again, but I know that I can't do that. I'm leaving today, I shouldn't even be here in the first place. I do notice that we are covered with blankets and the candy that Michael yesterday placed on the bed is nowhere to be seen. Which means that Michael must have removed the candy on purpose, knowing that I was asleep.

My heart is beating faster at the thought, that means that he didn't mind me staying in his bed. I still have to get up though. But I can't control my body, it won't move, it won't get up.

What I actually do is look up at Michael's sleeping face. He looks like an angel. His black curls spread out across the pillow, his brown skin almost glowing in this light. The long eyelashes casting small shadows on his cheeks and his pink lips slightly parted. His face totally relaxed, no wrinkles, no expressions.

He looks so carefree while sleeping, as if he doesn't have a problem in the world. Almost like a child. I can't help but think about his lips so close to mine, only centimeters away. They look so soft, I wonder what they would feel against mine. What would he taste like?

It feels like every inch of my body is burning, a fire igniting where I feel Michael's touch. How can he have such an impact on my body? I've never ever felt like this before. It's actually kind of scary, is this normal?

I don't want to get up, I don't want to face reality again. But I have too. The longer I stay in this bed the deeper feelings I will get towards Michael, making it even harder to leave him. I'm still confused too what kind of feelings I have towards him though. Do I want him to be just a friend, or something more? The way my body reacts to his touch and being this close too him tells we I want something more, but I mean it could just have something to do with that i'm a fan.

My body finally decides to start listening to me and I carefully start to get out of the bed and Michael's grip. It takes a few minutes but as soon as I get out of the bed I silently start making my way to the door, to get to my own hotel room.

I press the handle of the door down slowly, trying hard to make no sounds. I look over my shoulder too take a final look at Michael. This is probably the last time I will see him, I hope that I leave the hotel before he wakes up. I'm not sure that I will be able to say goodbye without crying otherwise. Crying infront of Michael is something I don't want to do, I don't want him to see me as a fan.

I take a deep breath as I go out of the door. Again trying to carefully close the door without any sounds. Suddenly I hear cough behind me causing me to jump as I turn around and I quickly yell "It's not what it looks like" in a high pitched tone.

I stand face to face with a smirking Robert, the same guard that the first night carried me all the way from the arena to this hotel. "Really? What is it looking like?" he asks still smirking.