Prologue

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"Beverly don't leave please, I can't let you go" Michael desperately says, holding both my hands tightly between us, so innocent and caught up in my world of lies. I sigh with a shakily breath, and glance at the photo of Michael, Paris Prince and Blanket thats still stuffed in my pocket. I gasp inaudibly, as Michaels arm is the only thing left in the print, and nothing more than grass and trees behind him. Neverland...its gone....Paris, Prince and Blanket...they're gone.

"I can't stay... All you have to do is sing Michael. Keep singing until your last breath." I say, not noticing the salty tear rolling down my cheek, and catching onto my cupids bow, then dripping to my lips. He reaches over, his thumb lightly brushing over my lips, tingles shuddering through me as I swallow hard.

"Will I ever see you again?" Michael sobs, his nose twitching and his voice cracking in a way I've never heard, so fragile through his aquiver lips.

"No...not in out lifetime at least" I mutter weakly, and I somehow think, only for a split second, he knows what I mean. My body shakes with deep despair, my heart crumbling into dust, as his hand moves to my cheek, his nose pressed to my own. I allow the tears to spill from my closed eyes, his breath mellow and heart beating humbly in his chest. I don't dare to reach for the photo, in which I'm sure is now nothing but a grass field coated in daisies.

"Kiss me Beverly...before you leave" Michael whispers, his lips grazing lightly over my own. If I kiss him...I could ruin his whole career...his legacy.

He begins tenderly kissing around my mouth, my thoughts muffled and world pausing. Effortlessly, as if he's done it a million times, he meets his soft lips to my own, worlds colliding...4 decades of time meeting together in one passing movement of lips together.

What have I done?

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