Michael Jackson Imagines

| Thoughts |

Y/N's POV

Thinking. All I've been doing the past few days have been a schedule. After work, I come home and sit on the balcony, enjoying the fresh November air that has taken over the beautiful Neverland ranch. Every day after work, that's my set schedule. Though, I feel empty. I feel as if what I am doing is wrong and I don't think that it's the right thing to do for my body, nor my state of mind. But I feel so comfortable. I feel like this is what I should be doing. I don't know what I want though. 

In reality, humans don't know what they want. They aren't good at deciding it either. I am confusing myself, yet I am oblivious to the fact that what I am doing, is distancing myself from others. I feel as if I am distancing myself not just from others, I feel as if I'm distancing from myself. I don't feel like a person anymore. My self is slowly deteriorating, and the more I sit and choose to stay, the sooner I feel as if I'm totally gone.

Feeling a hand on my shoulder, I turn over to my left, seeing a familiar face.

"I wasn't expecting you." My voice shocked both Michael and I, with my monotone and unfamiliar voice. I could even tell myself that I'm not the way I used to be. I turned back around.

"Why are you like this?" Michael's soft voice interrupted my thoughts and as I very slowly turned around to face him again, I was met with Michael's pale face. Michael had bags under his eyes and his once color-filled brown eyes were dark and didn't have much to them. I stared into his eyes and discovered the worry and insecurities, and all of that was bundled in his brown orbed eyes. In the short amount of time in which our eyes were fixated at one another, his life played back like a montage. After some time, Michael sat down, still looking into my eyes. 

"Please, tell me. I need to know. I haven't been the same without you. Please, tell me." At this point, the worried expression on his face made me even more worried. The expression that Michael portrayed was all too familiar to me. After all, Michael was an extremely humble man, always caring for others and making them feel happy when they were down or struggling. But I had been so blind not to see that he was struggling himself. I was being too selfish and I had not been thinking about how others felt, particularly Michael, if I wasn't talking to them.

Michael still sat there and when I finally mustered enough courage to speak up, what I wanted to say was not coming out. I was stuck.

"Answer me." We were both stuck in the same position, and as I felt a tear roll down my cheek, I looked down in shame as I tried to stop the crying. I was so ashamed for what I have done and I didn't dare look Michael in the eyes. I knew he would be disappointed in me. 

"I don't... know." My voice was barely audible. I closed my eyes and let more tears fall, before feeling a tight embrace and a familiar scent fill my nostrils. "I'm so sorry..." I hoped that Michael wouldn't get mad, because the last thing I want is for him to get mad. 

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to make you cry. Shhh shhhh." My face was buried in his neck as I broke down and cried hopelessly. Michael wrapped his arms around my body as my cries muffled. 

After a few minutes of crying, my heart started to calm as I relaxed into his touch and loving embrace as he stroked the back of my head. 

"I missed you, Michael. I only realized that now and I don't... I don't know what happened to me."

"Don't be scared. I'm here, and I missed you too, Y/N."

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