Michael Jackson Imagines (re-imagine)

After 2 (ver. 2)

"I still love you," Michael confessed, his gaze soft and tender as it met mine.

My body relaxed instinctively, my fingers tracing gentle patterns on his arms.

"But, Michael... I don't know if I can just go back to how things were after what happened. The baby must have been affected," I whispered, tears silently streaming down my cheeks.

"I understand, baby. I was lost and out of control. I can't bear to live without you. Neverland was empty when you left," he admitted, his voice tinged with sorrow.

I gazed at him, grappling with the emotions swirling inside me. The longing in his eyes, the remorse in his voice—it was all so overwhelming. Memories of days spent dreaming of him as the father of our child and as the love of my life flooded my mind.

"Please... I'm begging you. Come back to me, come back to Neverland... My Wendy," he pleaded, pressing kisses to my knuckles, each touch melting my resolve further. How could I resist him?

Biting my lip, I met his gaze, feeling the magnetic pull between us intensify. He took my hand, guiding it to the nape of his neck, drawing me closer until our lips met in a fervent kiss. It was as if time stood still, transporting me back to the passion of our college days. His lips, so familiar yet so electrifying, sent shivers down my spine, igniting a symphony of desire within me.

In that moment, my love for him surged with an overwhelming joy, and I found myself surrendering completely. Whatever anger I harbored melted away in the heat of our embrace, for in his arms, he was utterly submissive to my every whim.

"I guess I forgive you," I said, a smile playing on my lips.

His face lit up, filled with relief and joy. "Really?!"

"Yes," I giggled, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders.

"I knew you couldn't keep me away. I'm just too irresistible for you to resist. I love you, baby," he declared, pulling me into a warm embrace.

"I love you more," I replied, playfully rubbing the tip of my nose against his.

"Hey, that's my line," he whispered, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Not anymore," I teased, leaning in to peck his lips, sealing our reconciliation with a sweet kiss.