Requested by: DellyNile_MJ
I emerged from the aisle, tears cascading down my cheeks.
"Why, why did you have to leave?" I murmured, my entire body trembling.
"I-I wish you could come back home... and protect me from everything." My voice faltered as I sobbed uncontrollably, my gaze drifting upwards towards the night sky from the balcony of Neverland.
In the heavens above, I spotted a constellation bearing a striking resemblance to Michael's face. A faint smile tugged at my lips as I wiped away my tears.
"You're bringing me comfort, Michael," I whispered, my fingers tracing patterns on the railing. "But... I still ache for you." Tears welled up again as I struggled to compose myself.
"I miss your presence, your scent, your touch, your kisses, and your charm... I can't bear to go on without you, Michael! I feel like I'm nothing without you!! Please come back! I need you so bad! You were my life, that's why I'm still holding on. But now that you're gone, I should have- I should have joined you!!" My words hung heavy in the air, the weight of my grief suffocating.
Suddenly, I felt two familiar hands firmly grasping my hips, sending a shockwave of disbelief through me. I knew who it was, but it couldn't be... could it?
Turning around slowly, I was met with an unbelievable sight.
He was finally here.
I let out a cry of joy and immediately enveloped him in a tight embrace, sobbing uncontrollably as I pressed myself against his slender frame and masculine presence. Clad in celestial white attire, his hair styled flawlessly, he looked every bit the angel he was.
(His hair resembled that of the 30th anniversary in New York, from the year 2001, when he was 43 years old.)
"Shhh... I'm here," he whispered soothingly, his voice as gentle and masculine as ever, sending shivers down my spine. "God sent me back to you... because He knew you needed me."
"I won't leave you alone... I'll be right here," he murmurs, gently tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear, his eyes locking onto mine. His gaze is deep, his brown eyes filled with love and passion, his arched black brows adding to the intensity.
Oh, how I've missed him!
I remember every word he spoke.
"I'll be with you..."
He made that promise, the key of our relationship since 1993 (when he was 35 and I was 22).
Now, it's 2017 (he's 59 and I'm 46).
"Forever..."
With a passionate kiss, he leads us to our room, where we cuddle sweetly, drifting into a romantic slumber together.
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Michael Jackson Imagines (re-imagine)
Fanfiction⚠️Grammatical Errors Fixed⚠️ (2017 book re-imagined) Short stories between you and Michael. Scenes are revised and additional chapters are published.
