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♡Field Of Work|Part Four♡

"(Y/N), what the hell are you doing in here?" Michael growled, walking up to you and grabbing the paper that had been in your hand. He folded it, and tossed it back onto the mattress. "I told you to reorganize the study, not my bedroom!"

You stared at him, your eyes tearing up slightly.

"Those papers....are...for...assisted suicide," you whispered. "And...you signed them..."

Michael sighed, looking away. "It was none of your business," he spoke lowly.

"Mr. Jackson, you have children!" you exclaimed. "You can't possibly be serious about this!"

"(Y/N), I said it was none of your business," he repeated.

"You're a father! You can't leave these children on their own!"

"They won't be alone!" his eyes met yours, and after staring at him for a long moment - your eyes widened.

"That's....that's why you hired me..." you trailed off. "So...so that they could become attached to me and-"

"Not feel as empty when I die," he completed your sentence for you. "Congratulations, (Y/N) - you figured it out," he sighed.

"Why....why are you doing this?" you breathed. "The children...all they do is love you," you bit your lip. "More than they love themselves,"

Michael stared at you, staring at you seemed to be all that he could do. On his face, he wore an empty expression.

"I'm...tired," his eyes became glossy, indicating that he was tearing up. "I'm just so tired," he whispered. "Of everything. I can't live like this anymore," he continued. "(Y/N), you have no idea what it feels like to have everyone look at you like you're some...monster,"

You kept your eyes on Michael, staying silent. The air was tense, and you were very upset.

"Mr. Jackson....you can...we can work through it," you blinked. "I'm here for you and the kids," you cleared your throat. "Besides...I don't think you're monster,"

Michael raised an eyebrow slightly, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants.

"Then what am I, to you?"

"A wonderful man," you smiled a little. "A reserved individual that does nothing but love people. A man whose universe is centered around his three children,"

Michael said nothing, just standing there as he kept his eyes on you.

"Yes...well, I don't think my decision is going to change," he lowered his gaze.

"Mr. Jackson...if I may ask," you took a step forward. "When...do you intend to go for this....process?"

"Three months from now," he answered before turning around and walking out of the room.

~•♡•~

"What?!" Luisa's voice screeched as you held the telephone receiver to your ear. You were still at Neverland, and after Michael's confession - you had called up your best friend. Since Michael was nowhere to be seen - you did your best to keep your voice to a whisper.

Along with the aforementioned, you would constantly look over your shoulder - just in case he popped out, out of nowhere.

"I know," you breathed. "It's horrible,"

"Three months?! But what about his kids?"

"He still adores them," you answered. "He's just...tired of everything. I can't blame him," you frowned. "The media is horrible,"