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

♡Pseudocide♡

~SET IN THE THIS IS IT ERA~

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You stared at your husband of twenty years, your hands resting on his chest. As you stared into his eyes, your eyes began to tear up. Twenty years of marriage, to this wonderful man, had given you everything.

It had given you happiness, and it had given you three beautiful children. Jade, 17; Phillip, 16; and Pearl, 14. Your husband and your children were your entire world.

But Michael had had enough - he had had enough of being himself. He didn't want to be in the spotlight anymore. He wanted to be normal.

So he was going to do the unthinkable. He was going to commit pseudocide.

His bags were packed, and Jermaine was waiting in the living room. A private plane was waiting at the airport for Michael - and you would be seperated from him for a whole week before you got to see him again.

During that week, you would be unable to contact him until Jermaine gave you the green light. The situation needed to be handled with the utmost care if it was intended to succeed.

"Are you...ready?" the tears streamed down your face.

Your kids were downstairs with Jermaine, and they were aware of what was going to happen. Nobody knew how the plan would unfold, but everyone had their fingers crossed. Everyone who knew, at least.

Michael's entire family had knowledge of what was going to happen, and they fully supported him. Frank, his manager, also knew what was going on. 

"Baby, please don't cry," he whispered, using his thumb to wipe away the tears from your face. "Please, don't cry,"

"I just...I don't know how this is going to unfold. I won't be able to contact you for a whole week....what if something happens to you?" you cried. "Michael, I won't be able to live without you,"

"You won't be without me," be breathed. "We may not be able to see each other often, but you will never be without me," he took your hands in his. "I will always belong to you,"

"Oh God," you felt the tears streaming down your face. "I love you so much," you wrapped your arms around him. "I love you so so much," you pulled away to look at your husband.

It was two in the morning, and the air was cold. Michael had on a long coat, and a hat to conceal his identity.

"I'll always love you more," he kissed your forehead.

Suddenly, you heard someone knocking at the bedroom door - which had been closed.

"Come in," you sniffed.

The door opened, and Jermaine stood there with a solemn expression painted on his face.

"I know that you want to stay longer," he looked at Michael. "But we need to leave now. It's quiet, and there aren't many people around. If we leave too late, we can get caught," he shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants.

"Okay," Michael sighed. "Let's go,"

•⊱♡⊰•

Several hours later, you were seated in the living room with your children. The television was on, and the news channel was playing. You hadn't slept at all, and your eyes were extremely swollen. The kids were seated on the floor, all watching the television screen intently.

And our headline for the evening, King of Pop - Michael Jackson has passed away.

"Oh God..." you closed your eyes, letting the tears stream down your face. You knew that he was alive, but you were worried about him.