❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 /𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹 /❥•

∴♡To Leave You Behind♡∴

Tears run down your face as you lovingly stroke your six year old son's hair - watching him as he sleeps with the sweetest gaze known to man. You sniffle a little as you run your finger over your son's cheek, treasuring this moment dearly.

Today, you were leaving. Leaving your husband of seven years, Michael Jackson - and most of all, leaving the little boy you loved the most. Your only son, Dave.

Now, it was no easy task to decide to leave the man you loved and the little boy that meant the entire world to you - but over time, you'd grown tired of the way things had been and you'd decided that it was time to, as we would say, find yourself.

Let's get into detail, shall we?

Michael Jackson was the man you'd adored for over seven years. This wonderful man had been your first and last lover - further moving onto to becoming your husband, swearing to never leave you until death. 

Times between the two of you were always amazing. The both of you had always been in love, never being able to stay away from each other for more than a few days. And when you'd had your son, Dave - the love only grew stronger.

However, for the past eight months, Michael had been acting up. He'd been returning home at odd hours of the morning, communicating less with you - and even snapping at Dave more often than not. You had tried your best to fix things but...you came to the realization that you had problems within yourself - and that made it harder to control the external factors around you.

Michael had hardly ever listened whenever you'd tried to speak, and most of the time - it had begun to feel as if you didn't have a husband anymore.

Now, don't get the wrong idea - he loved you and Dave, dearly. It's just that...loneliness was starting to swallow everyone up and it was not a pretty sight.

So with your small travel bag packed and set near the mansion's front doors, you slowly kiss your son goodnight before leaving his room and descending to the living room.

Of course, Michael had no returned home yet - and you were waiting for him to do so so that you could leave in, a little, peace.

You walk toward the sofa, sitting down softly. After several long moments of fiddling with your fingers, your eyes widen slightly when the mansion doors open earlier than expected.

Looking up, you see your husband, his curls messed up and his button up shirt - loosely tucked out. Upon entering, he looks at you and smiles before closing the mansion doors.

"Hi," he smiles, quickly walking in.

You smile uneasily before sighing, swallowing nervously as Michael walks to the kitchen for a glass of water - somewhat ignoring you, as always.

"Michael.." you trail off, standing up and following him to the kitchen. 

He says nothing, continuing to drink his water. Apparently, he'd grown a habit of not being able to hear you.

Once he's done, he turns around and widens his eyes slightly - studying your stance.

"Michael...there's something I need..to talk to you about," you clear your throat slightly.

"(Y/N), can we talk in the morning," he shakes his head, walking past you. "I'm tired,"

"But I-"

"Please! I'm not in the mood," he sighs louder.

"Michael, I'm leaving you," you say straight out, making him turn around with a confused expression.

"What?" he whispers, frowning deeply.

"I'm leaving you," you whisper, walking past him with tears in your eyes. 

"(Y/N)," he says, pulling your arm back - bringing you into him.

"Please.." you shake your head, the tears streaming down your face. "Don't make this harder than it already is..."

"(Y/N), what are you talking about?" he looks into your eyes, looking completely shattered.

The truth was, you loved him, oh so dearly - but you weren't happy. You barely had any self-esteem left and you knew that things would continue to deteriorate if you continued to stay silent.

"Michael...I'm leaving," you swallow, pulling your arm away from him gently. "I've bought food for Dave, he likes those little cheese snacks - I've stocked the pantry with them. I've also bought..t-those...fruit juices he..likes," you find yourself struggling to hold back the sobs.

Michael begins to cry silently as he frowns deeply.

"You're just going to leave Dave?" he whispers.

"Michael..it's for the best right now," you sigh, shaking your head. "I-"

"What did I do wrong?" he runs after you as you rush out to grab your bag. "(Y/N)..I'm sorry!" he sounds desperate as you finally pick up your bag, walking out of the doors.

Michael follows you all the way out into the grounds, calling for you.

"(Y/N)!" he yells.

"Please," you turn around, tears now flooding your eyes. "I'm so sorry,"

"How long are you going for?" he breathes sadly.

"I..." you shake your head. "I don't know,"

"(Y/N) please," he begs. 

"Tell Dave I love him," you sob one last time before running out, leaving a heartbroken Michael behind.

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"Daddy?" Dave rubs his eyes as he walks groggily to the bedroom Michael and yourself had shared for a good seven years. It was morning and of course, your son was yet to find out that you were not around.

Michael opens his eyes, his face slightly sunken from the crying he'd done the night before - groaning a little as he sits up to see Dave pushing the bedroom door open.

"Where's mommy?" Dave frowns, looking around for you.

Michael takes a moment to wake himself up fully before sighing.

"She...she's not here," he tries to stop himself from crying, standing up slowly to face his wide eyed son.

"When is she coming back?" he pouts slightly.

"Soon," Michael nods even though he doesn't know himself. "She'll be back soon,"

"Who's going to drop me to school?" Dave frowns.

"I will," Michael attempts a smile for his son.

"What about those cheese snacks that mommy always makes for me?" he prods.

"There's plenty in the pantry," Michael smiles softly. "Don't worry,"

"Daddy...were you crying?" Dave questions innocently, making Michael want to break into sobs even more.

"N-no," Michael stutters a little before walking up to his son and bending down to reach his height level. "Listen," he says softly, placing his large hands gently on Dave's shoulders. "Mommy..is on..a holiday," he swallows. "And while she's gone..it's just going to be you and me, okay?"

Dave nods slowly, somewhat comprehending his father's words.

"So right now," Michael sighs. "It's just you and me buddy. You and me,"

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I hope that imagine didn't suck.

But lemme know your thoughts!

Lots of love!

Isha.

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