whatever happens » michael jackson

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[Dangerous era]

Smiling, I grabbed the phone and dialled his number.

With Michael being on the Dangerous tour, talking with him on the phone was a blessing. As newly-weds, it was the closest thing to being together.

"Yes?" his voice had a hint of annoyance.

I frowned.

"What's wrong, Mike?"

"Oh it's you," he huffed a little causing me to feel kind of offended.

It was so unlike him; something must've been wrong.

"Is something bothering you?" I earnestly asked again.

"Nothing's wrong," he grumbled a bit, his pitch growing significantly lower, "I'm okay."

"You don't seem so," I scoffed with a laugh.

"Goddammit woman, I know myself!" his voice was loud; it stung.

I spluttered on my words, "I just want to help!"

"You can't help, okay? Just shut up and leave me the hell alone, okay?" he was full on yelling in my ear now.

And honestly, I felt deeply hurt that he would repay me like that.

Gulping, I spoke again, "You made the choice to marry me, and you said that you'd never raise your voice at me," I felt betrayed, because it had barely been 7 months in and he was already breaking his vow, "You made that choice yourself."

Heavy breathing was heard from the other side of the line for a minute.

"Well, I'm beginning to regret making that choice now," I heard him mumble darkly, causing my heart to stop.

Mouth dropping open, my silence seemed to cause him to replay his words.

"Oh my god, wait," he stammered, fear filling his voice, "Baby I'm so sorry, I d--"

I hung up.

***

Waking up to a pair of strong arms around me was quite a scare; when I smelt the familiar musky scent and opened my eyes to see his outstanding make-up-free beauty, I only felt sadness wash over me and the love I had for him.

Struggling to get out of his grip, he only held me tighter and left sweet kisses against my mouth. The softness of his lips mingled with saltiness of what I saw as his distressed tears.

"Please don't leave me," he whimpered, "I'm a jerk, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me," he gulped sadly, "I had to come and see my perfect wife."

He whispered, brushing back my hair, "I love you too much, and I'm so sorry."

And I loved him too much to not fall back into his embrace.

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