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Michael's POV

*Julie, please come back to me.. I need you.*

I thought as I held Julie's hand again; I stayed up all last night after explaining to Alek and Liz about Jermaine, he was falling in love with her.

My girl, Julie Clarkson.
I love this woman and I would love this woman until someone kills me or something.

I rub her hand with my thumb; I look at the window, seeing the sun slowly rising through the black curtains.

I let go of her hand and walk to the sofa, sitting down; I look at her, waiting for her to wake up.

Alek came downstairs, since he went back up to sleep and I look at him, sitting up, "Michael, ты не собираешься спать, если ты будешь так сидеть. (you're not gonna get any sleep if you stay up like this.)" Alek says.

I look back at Julie, "I know." I say, getting comfortable on the sofa.

"Она пробудит смертного; она будет в порядке. (She's gonna wake up a mortal; she's gonna be okay.)"

"I," I look at Alek, "just want her to be safe."

"She's safe here, for now. It's morning," I nod, "so go to sleep."

Alek walks back upstairs as I get up and walk to their closet; I open the closet and pull a blanket out, I walk back over to the sofa and move the coffee table a bit.

I lay the blanket on the floor then walk over to Julie, picking her up and laying her on the floor.

I lay on the floor next to her after taking off my jacket and wrapping it around her arms; I grin as I wrap my arm around her waist and close my eyes as I start to dream memories.

Our memories.

Julianna's POV

No.

No.

Jermaine, stop it.

You're hurting me.

No.

No!

STOP!

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I jolt out of my sleep, breathing heavy. I look around me, I'm in a black house. It was similar to Michael's house but this house I'm in, is all black.

The black curtains were all tied up and closed; then I look down, seeing a pale arm and a black leather jacket on my waist.

I remove the jacket and place it on the floor next to me, I see Michael shuffling and moaning as he gets comfortable on the blanket that was beneath him.

I place my hand over my mouth and tried not to be loud as I giggled silently; he turns over, facing the couch.

I lay on my left side to face his back, he started to whimper as he dreamt. I uncover my mouth and start to pet his head; I felt his tense lower.

I stare at Michael, who was extremely beautiful as he slept.

I run my fingers through his hair, grinning, "Is this a dream or you're really awake?" I heard Michael ask.

I remove my hand as he laid onto his back again; I bite my lip, "I'm just regular old Julianna Clarkson petting my boyfriend's hair." I say.

Michael, turns his head at me, "So is that a yes, you're awake or a no, this is a dream?"