❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 /𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹 /❥•

❤Shape Of My Heart❤

"Hi," you smiled at your boyfriend of two years, Michael Jackson, as you walked through the doors of the Neverland mansion. He looked up from the book he had been reading, his eyes landing on you instantly. A bright, and undeniably loving, smile made an appearance on his face - making your heart skip several beats. Michael was comfortably curled up into a snug position on the sofa, so when he had begun to get up - you stopped him. "No, no," you laughed. "It's okay,"

Two years together had made the two of you a little more comfortable with each other than most couples.

Michael chuckled and pulled you toward him as you neared the grand piece of furniture. You squealed a little, falling into his body effortlessly as his arms wrapped themselves around you firmly.

"How was your day?" he whispered into your ear, kissing your cheek. He was hugging you from behind, so naturally, his gesture sent chills down your spine.

"It was okay," you sighed, rolling your eyes a little before turning your head to look into his eyes. "Same old," you grinned. "How was your day?"

"Lonely," he looked into your eyes. "Because you weren't here,"

A childish giggle escaped your lips as you pouted sympathetically at the man you loved. Of course, you hadn't wanted to leave him alone for the day - but you were asked to attend a meeting at the college you taught at, and having Michael there would only serve to cause more havoc than preferred.

Naturally, Michael suggested that he not be there - but that didn't mean he wasn't worrying tirelessly about you.

"Aw," you kissed him softly. "I'm sowwy," you scrunched your face up adorably.

"So...is my beautiful (Y/N) going to...make it up to me?" he wiggled his eyebrows.

"Hm," you raised an eyebrow knowingly. "Maybe,"

He laughed and leaned in to kiss you again, eventually moving to deepen the kiss. As he pinned you back against the sofa, one thing naturally led to another - resulting in an evening of pure bliss.

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T

he next morning, you awoke to an empty sofa. With a deep frown, you sat up and quickly wrapped your naked body with your long shirt before looking around. Your bra and skirt were scattered on the floor but the absence of Michael's clothes made you a little uneasy.

He hadn't told you that he was going anywhere, so naturally - you were a little confused. Suddenly, a suited man walked in - making you shriek as you grabbed the blanket and covered yourself up further.

"Oh God!" you exclaimed. The man wore shades and kept a cool expression as he cleared his throat. "What are you doing here? Who are you?"

He nodded curtly before speaking.

"Miss (Y/LN), my name is Richard," he said. "And I am here to take you home,"

"Where's Michael?" you asked.

Richard stayed silent, making your heart sink a little.

"Where's Michael?" you asked again.

"Uh..ma'am...-"

"Where is he?!" you began to hyperventilate.

"Ma'am I'm sorry," Richard shook his head. "But he left this morning,"

"Left? For what?" you gulped.

Had Michael really left you?

"I..I'm afraid I won't be able to tell you," he shook his head. "Mr. Jackson...had asked me to give you this," he walked up to you and handed you an envelope.

You quickly ripped it open with tear filled eyes, only to gasp when you found a cheque addressed to you - and a note. All that the note said was: "I'm sorry,"

And with those two words, your entire world came crumbling down around you.

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|Two Years Later|

"And that'll be all!" Isla, your wedding planner, smiled as she closed the album. You smiled tiredly and waved her goodbye as she walked out of the apartment.

Ever since Michael had left without anything other than a sloppy note - you'd returned the cheque, and decided to make something for yourself with the little amount of savings you'd had. Over time, you'd gotten a rather good job at the bank - a job that paid for your bills and allowed you to live comfortably.

Of course, at the bank, you'd met the sweet man you knew as Jonathan. He was lovely and kind, smart and insightful - yet, you always felt a strange emptiness within you.

But all that aside, you were about to be married to this wonderful Jonathan. And you had to get any thoughts of Michael out of your head.

You just had to. Tomorrow, you were to be wed to Jonathan. You were going to be another man's wife.

You were going to start a new life.

And nothing was going to change that.

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"Ah!" Luisa, your best friend, squealed as she adjusted your delicate veil over your face. Your makeup was stunning and you looked like a complete vision. Tears were in your eyes as she looked on proudly at the beauty that was you. "(Y/N)'s finally getting married! You're so beautiful!"

"Aw," you managed to smile. "Thank you,"

"You okay?" she asked after a moment, looking at you knowingly.

"Yeah," you sighed. "I...uh...well..when are the bells going to start?" you gulped, referring to the church bells.

As if on cue, they began to ring, and you smiled a little.

"It's your moment," Luisa encouraged one last time before running off into the church.

You stood outside, trying your best to shake off of your nerves. It was time - you were going to do it.

You took a step forward before someone grabbed your hand - turning you around effortlessly.

"Hey! What are you-" your eyes widened when you saw the person before you. The man you never thought you'd see ever again.

Michael.

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Isha❤
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