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This isn't your 'Normal Love story'. No, Not At All.
It's a story of two individuals, belonging to SO differen...
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I'm finally back with a new chapter! 🤧❤️
I've been extremely busy on social media, educating some seriously delusional people about Michael during this dark time.
But I finally wrote the chapter!
Off you go! ☺️💁🏻♀️❤️
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SEPTEMBER 25, 1988 (Los Olivos, USA)
| MICHAEL |
A soft smile remained on my lips as we were sitting on our couch where my arm was resting comfortably at armrest without my sling. She was drying my hair with towel after we had a bath where she helped me, like she's been helping me since I came home.
My eyes admired her as she kept the towel away after my hair were dry. She picked up my comb and started to do my curls softly.
A low chuckle escaped my lips as she held my jaw with her one hand in order to stabalize my head as she was combing my hair with her other hand.
"What?" She asked biting her lip as she smiled widely.
"I feel like a baby again." I laughed lightly, shaking my head as I looked at her face which was painted with concentration.
When she was done, she looked at me as amusement filled her eyes. "You are my baby." She cooed pinching my cheek and I felt my face on fire as I smiled wide.
She quickly took the towel and comb and placed them at their respective places and when she came back she had my make up that I use to cover my spreading vitiligo.
I was extremely afraid that it would soon consume my complete body because of how quickly it was spreading.
And the worst thing is that, I can't even make it stop.
I was snapped out of my deep thoughts when I felt her soft hand on my face.
"Hey, it will be fine. Okay?" She said with a soft smile, easily reading me like always.
I let out a deep breath as I held her hand on my face before kissing her palm. "It's spreading so fast. I'm scared." My low voice told her as I looked into her eyes which were filled with pain.
"Everything will be fine. I know you are afraid of what media will say because they are always so interested in your appearance." She said placing her other hand on my face as well, as she looked deep into my eyes.
"But it's not your fault and you know this, your family knows this and believe me when you'll finally tell your fans, they'll completely understand you. Your fandom is so loyal, Mike, they really love you."
A soft smile touched my lips as I kept looking into her eyes. "You are the only reason I keep moving on, Mae. You are my strength. You are my blessing." My last words came out almost as a whisper because of how overwhelmed I was due to my abundant love for her.
