❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤||𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠•𝑉𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒/𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹/❥

♡The Crash♡

~SET IN THE DANGEROUS ERA~

NOTE: This imagine is quite short, my apologies if you find it annoying♡
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You watched as your husband, Michael, finished zipping up his suitcase. You were seated on the bed, watching your husband with bright eyes. He was currently preparing to travel to Japan, for a performance - and quite honestly, you didn't want him to go.

Since you had two children that were in school, travelling with Michael wasn't an option. Edward, 10; and Jade, 9 - were your entire world.

Not forgetting, there was another one on the way. You were five months pregnant with your third child, and you could not have been happier. Everything seemed to be going perfectly.

The morning was cold, and the children had just left for school.

"I'm going to miss you," you remarked as Michael straightened up. "I really don't want you to go,"

Your husband chuckled, setting his suitcase onto the floor before climbing onto the mattress until he was hovering over you.

"And I don't want to leave," he breathed. "But I have a performance," he sighed, moving over to kiss your cheek.

"Just...promise me that you'll take care," you looked into his eyes. "And that you'll be safe,"

"I promise,"

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Several hours had passed, and Michael had already left. Since the kids were at school, you were all alone - so you decided to spend some time in the kitchen, talking to Carol.

Carol was the chief of staff at Neverland, and she had grown very close to you. She was almost like your second mother.

"You need to relax," she laughed, finishing up cleaning the dishes in the sink. "You seem so disturbed,"

"I'm just so worried about Michael," you responded. "I really didn't want him to go. But his fans mean a lot to him," you bit your lip. "He could never not perform for them,"

"I'm sure he'll be fine. Besides," she grinned. "He has a little one to come home to," Carol turned around to face you after turning off the tap, gesturing to your baby bump.

"Thanks, Carol," you flashed her a small smile. "Your words help me feel at ease," you broke into a wide grin. "You're the best,"

Carol opened her mouth to say something, but the telephone rang.

"I'll get it," you got to your feet, making your way out of the kitchen. You rushed into the living room, grabbing the receiver, and holding it to your ear. "Hello?"

"Hello? (Y/N)," a male voice greeted you. "This is Frank,"

Michael's manager.

"Frank," you smiled a little. "Is everything okay?"

"No," he stayed silent for a moment. "The plane that Michael was in...it...it crashed,"

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I know this was short, but I'm quite ill.
Thank you so much for reading!
Lemme know your thoughts!❤
Lots of love!
Isha♡
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