He's become distant, secretive, elusive.
And she's left alone to be tortured with her thoughts.
"Does he still love me?" she questions, tears brimming in her eyes as she runs her hand on the cold, silk sheets - on the side that has become a reminder of the lover who no longer sleeps there.
The still sound of his absence has become too much. Absence from their relationship, that is. But he's there - tucked away in his studio, depriving her of the love that once resided. She's thinking the unthinkable, something she never thought he could be capable of. But is he?
Her raging thoughts lead her down the lonesome hallways and stairs of their grand mansion, a place that used to be filled with love. She finds herself standing in the doorway of that cursed studio, bracing herself for the question that has been on replay during her time of heartbreaking solitude.
"Are you cheating on me?"
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Elusive
FanfictionElusive (adj.) • difficult to find, catch, or achieve What happens when a lover becomes secretive? Distant? Find out in "Elusive," an all new Michael Jackson fanfic. --- Disclaimer: This story is an original work that belongs to its rightful owner...