Michael Jackson Imagines and Short Stories

Darling... I love you

Darling... I love you

"Darling... I love you," the last words that you heard him say that keep replaying in your brain, and here you stand in the hospital all alone and scared. You fiddle with your earrings, and pick at your nails in an attempt to keep your mind off of your fears. Doctors have only been rushing in and out of his room, each one unwilling to release any information, until one finally approached you."Mrs. Jackson?"

"Yes?" You ask, hope and defeat both clouding your voice.

"You can see him now..." Before the doctor finishes his sentence, you are on your feet. You bolt to the room where you see him there in all white, his eyes fixated on you. Although he is sick, he still looks strong. He always did; no matter what or in facing anything. He reaches out his hand to you and you take it, pressing his palm to your lips. You two sit there in silence for some time just happy that you are with each other. You began to speak,

"You had me so worried, I... I just almost lost it."

"Shhh. You know I'm not gonna leave you like that!" He says with that boyish grin. A perfect glossy curl falls in front of one of his sparkling eyes, and you can't help but let yourself smile that goofy smile. He takes you in his arms, and says,

"Darling... I love you." You sit up, shoot him a look and say,

"Don't you ever say that to me again!"