Partners In Crime {Michael Jackson & Ariana Grande}

[36]♡welcome to heartbreak hotel♡[36]

Michael.

I discarded the tears that were falling freely down my face and dripping onto my neck. I was surprised that they hadn't froze on their journey due to the cold outside. I couldn't feel anything, meaning if I was to get hit by a car I'd probably just lay there, emotionless.

I was cursing wildly under my breath, though I just wanted to scream. Scream at everything.

She asked me not to go. She asked me to wait, but I didn't.

I gripped my hand tight with my other one, "You complete idiot," I said loudly to myself, making a woman cut her eye at me and continue her journey to the opposite direction.

Whenever I was upset, or I needed to think, I always seemed to end up at the riverbank. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but there were memories created there and they'd been replaced with new, angry ones.

So that day I decided to try something new. Considering the marble pillars were medium length, I could climb them and sit on the top, which would probably earn me the role of insanity. So I did.

I was sitting on top, my hands clasped tightly together on my lap, my shoulders shuddering with every cry.

Something was telling me to go back. She wanted you to stay, it was saying. But that voice was only small and easily overpowered by my gut feeling, which was the complete opposite.

I looked down at what was beneath me. There was a path-like trail leading all the way down to both ends of the waters which seemed everlasting with darkness at this hour, but occasionally the wind would blow and the water would travel up the path somewhat harshly, and if you got caught with the tide-like motion the chances were you may get pulled in.

But at that moment, I didn't care.

I grunted as the impact of my feet hitting the hard floor from the drop overtook me, and I had to hold on to the wall to stop myself from falling over.

Once I'd shaken the bland, echoing pain away, I placed my hands in my pockets and began taking small steps. Nature. Everything was dark, though the sense and purity of nature was somewhat calming. It was late at night, so the birds were asleep like I should've been. Instead the crickets were out, chirping and dancing in the moonlight.

"So this is what life is now," I said aloud, throwing a pebble into the water beside me which I admit was heartily cliché, "This is how we are, hmm?"

My voice was quiet and raspy, continuously fading in and out of tone.

I exhaled deeply, and continued walking, chipping off small pieces of marble from the pillars and throwing them as far as I could. Which wasn't very far at all.

I was exhausted. Mentally. It took my all to leave, but to heal a wound you have to stop touching it.

She wouldn't forgive me for walking out like that. I heard her cries. She would gladly go back to New York now, and there was probably nothing I could do to stop her. I poured my heart out to her in these three days more than once, and she'd only pushed me away again. I doubted another try could do anything especially now.

Seven days. That was all. Until she got on a plane and probably wouldn't come back.

Though I couldn't understand what I'd done. I'd given nothing but love.

My life was a great story to tell.

"Maybe I'm just not cut out for love," I breathed, lifting a leg as the water swished past my loafer.