❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 • 𝑉𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑚𝑒 𝐹𝑜𝑢𝑟❥•

•❊Proof Of My Love❊•

NOTE BEFORE YOU READ:
APOLOGIES FOR ALL ERRORS.

ALSO, THIS IMAGINE SUCKS AGAIN - YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

•⊱♡⊰•

✽SET IN THE BAD/DANGEROUS ERA✽

|1991|

Seated at the edge of the bed, you gently fiddled with your fingers as you stared at the dark sky outside, a black sheet that was decorated by shining stars. The bedroom was quiet, and since the door to the balcony was open, gentle gusts of wind were allowed to enter the room.

It was three in the morning, and you were feeling rather upset. Michael, your husband of six months, was in the dance studio, perfecting his signature moves. For the past few months, he had been very busy, and his constant absence would render you feeling lonely.

The two of you hardly ever spoke anymore, and it was starting to eat you up inside. You were afraid that he had finally gotten bored of you, and that he wanted someone new.

Now, since you were all alone in the bedroom, you were plagued by all these malicious thoughts, thoughts that were on a journey to destroy you. You doubted that he loved you the way that you loved him.

Standing up slowly, you made your way over to a small table, one that had a telephone resting atop the surface. A thought crossed your mind. Perhaps giving your friends a call and having a chat with them would ease the way you were feeling.

However, it was at this moment that you realized you hardly had friends, making you feel worse than you already were. Gently resting your hand on the telephone receiver, you ran your fingers up and down momentarily before you had gotten an idea as to whom you should have called.

Elizabeth Taylor.

She had been a very good friend of Michael's and she always treated you like her daughter. You loved her very much. Since you had memorized her number, all you had to do was pick up the receiver and dial - which is exactly what you did.

The line rang for about a full minute before someone picked up.

"This is Elizabeth speaking,"

"Liz," you let out a breath as a small smile formed on your face. "It's (Y/N),"

"(Y/N)!" she laughed. "It's so good to hear from you! Shouldn't you be resting, though?"

A sigh escaped your lips and you shrugged despite the fact that she could not see you.

"Yeah, well Michael is in the dance studio, and I'm all alone," you laughed a little.

Elizabeth stayed silent for a few seconds before speaking again. "Is everything okay with you and Michael? You sound quite sad,"

Closing your eyes, you used your fingers to gently comb your hair before opening them again. "Not really..."

"What's wrong?" she sounded concerned.

"I....well...I don't know," you let out another sigh. "He's just been so busy lately, and we hardly ever spend time with each other and....I'm starting to doubt that he loves me anymore,"

"(Y/N)! Don't be absurd! If there is anything I know about Michael, it is that he loves you. When we're together, all he does is talk about you," she responded. "Honey, be sure that I am speaking the truth. Michael loves you more than life itself,"