❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 /𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹 /❥•

∴♡Turn Your Face || Part Two♡∴

Walk away until you're not standing at my door.

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Backstage, you let out a sigh as the tears begin to stream freely down your face again - mainly because of just how touching the lyrics had been. You do your best to keep your face hidden from your fellow band mates and as soon as you get to your dressing room, you enter hastily - being sure to slam the door shut behind.

Instantaneously, you begin sobbing like you never have before - not even after you'd left Neverland. It seems as if the pent up emotions you'd tried to bury deep within you, refused to be pent up anymore.

"Oh my God.." you whisper to yourself as you continue to sob.

Suddenly, you hear someone knocking at the door. Since you're seated on the floor with your back against the door, the vibrations from the knock pulsate through you. For some reason, you don't want to open the door. 

Maybe it's because of the emotions, or maybe it's because you don't want anyone to see you crying like that.

The person on the other side knocks again softly and you sniffle before swallowing.

"Go away," you mumble.

"(Y/N).." 

The person's voice makes your eyes go wide. 

How the hell did Michael get here?

Honestly, you'd expected it to be Jade or someone else but...lo and behold - it was Michael.

"I said go away," you repeat.

"(Y/N)...just let me in...I'll explain everything," he sighs.

"No," you shake your head as if to reassure yourself. "You've explained enough already," you mutter sarcastically, your face still wet from the tears.

"Please," he sighs again.

"I don't want to see you," you breathe. "Don't you understand?"

Soon enough, you hear his footsteps retreating and the tears begin flowing down more rapidly down your face. It's as if the sick cycle of crying won't stop for you.

You lean your head back against the door - trying your best to stop the crying and to regain a hold of your breathing.

Then, you hear the most peculiar noise...as if someone is slipping paper through a little slot. Your eyes widen when you look beside you to see someone slipping a neat piece of paper through the gap at the bottom of the door.

"What the..." you trail off, frowning as you grab the piece of paper and unfold it.

Counted all my mistakes and there's only one standing out from the list of the things I've done. 
All the rest of my crimes don't come close to the look on your face when I let you go.

So I built you a house from a broken home, and I wrote you a song with the words you spoke.

Yeah, it took me some time but I figured out how to fix up a heart that I let down.

Now I'm searching every lonely place, every corner, calling out your name. Try to find you but I just don't know...
Where do broken hearts go?

"Michael, stop!" you scoff, scrunching up the piece of paper that contained those cheesy words.

"If you don't let me in, I'm going to keep doing that," he responds from the other side, making you sigh in frustration.