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Michael's POV

"Julie, are you okay?" I asked, worried about how she was holding her stomach.

"Y-Yeah, just feeling-"

She didn't finish. Her eyes suddenly turned black and her body gave out, first falling on her knees then falling on the ground.

I run to her grabbing the back of her head then lay her head down on the grass, "Julie?" I shake her body, nothing.

"Julie?!" I shake her again but only one breath came out of her mouth and her eyes went to gray.

*Julie can't be dead, she's Julie... She can't.*

"Julie!? Wake up!" I shook her but nothing.

I place my hands on my knees and rub them as my eyes started to pour salty tears, I look at her and grab her limp body, "JULIE!!" I roar with sadness and anger as I pull her body closer. "This can't come true- This can't!" I tell myself as I rock back and forth with her body.

"What just happened?" Jermaine ask.

I start sobbing louder as they talked.

"She just died." I heard Diana say, "Michael, she'll be back. It's oka-"

I cut Diana off, "SHUT UP!! JUST Shut up..." I yell at her.

I slowly start to get up and carry Julie's body, bridal style, to the house.

Both Jermaine and Diana move out the way, "What did you do?" I heard Jermaine ask Diana.

"I just made a deal with her," Diana tells him.

"Well, now she's gonna be waking up in a trashed house."

Once I got back home, I went upstairs with tears continuing to fall out of eyes. I open the bedroom door and place her down on the bed. I quickly leave the room before my anger lashes out; I run into the bathroom downstairs and stare into the mirror, I only see anger, pain, depression, misery, and more tears falling out of my eyes.

I punch the mirror and toss everything off the sink, I walk into the living room and toss over the coffee table.

I threw a glass at the TV, breaking the glass and television. I walk over to the kitchen and knocked everything off of everything, I couldn't do it. I walk to the knives and stab one into my chest, can't kill me.

"It's Julie, she can't die on me now." I slowly walk to the living room and sit on the couch, I start sobbing.

Julie's POV ~ Next Day

I sit up on a bed, I felt sore.

"What happened yesterday?" I run my head.

I stop and think, *Shit.*

"I died... in front of Michael!" I quickly jump off the bed, open the door and slowly walk downstairs; I look in the kitchen, seeing shit everywhere.

"Michael?" I call him out. I walk into the living room, seeing Michael sitting there.

I run in front of him, "Michael!"

I shake him but he's just still, I move his face to look at me, "Michael. Look, baby, it's me."

His eyes turn red and his hand grabs my throat, "M-Michael!"

Quickly, Michael's eyes change to normal, "Julie.." He loosens his grip and pulls away.

I rub my neck, "Michael, w-what happened?"

"You died and-and..." He stutters and I look at his chest with one single knife through; I look up at him with slight anger and cross my arms.

"You are an idiot sometimes," I say.

"You were gone and I became reckless.."

"But Michael, you know I'm going to die someday. I'm human."

"No, you're not. You're a life fairy, you can live forever with me."

"We only have 30 lives, Michael. I currently have 29. So, it doesn't matter."

Michael grabs my arms, "It does to me! You're my girlfriend and I can't live a perfect life without you!"

I push his arms off, "Michael, let's be honest here; you live for another million years and I die."

Michael stands and I fall back, "Julie, I love you; do you know how much I would give for you?"

He starts walking forward, making me crawl backward, "I would die for you," he rips out the knife and spills a little blood on me, "I want to die with you, Julie."

I hit the TV cabinet and cut my hands on glass; Michael tosses the knife and crouches down in front of me, touching my cheek, he said, "I don't want to leave your side."

His eyes, they looked sad and with regret. I was just staring at him as he rubbed my cheek with his bloody fingers; I smile, "I love you."

I grab his face with my bloody hands and kiss his lips; his eyes closed and falls back, grabbing my thighs and pulling me with him. I was now on top of him, having a full-on make-out session on the dirty floor; I pull away and look into his eyes again, they were showing lust but still regret and sadness.

Instead of kissing him, I pull him into a hug, "It's okay, Mikey."

I suddenly hear him whimper, he hugs a little tighter and I smile, "I'm sorry, Julie..."

I pull away and look at him, I wipe his tears with my bloody thumb, "You are an idiot."

"I'm your idiot." We both giggle and pull each other closer again; Michael purred as I petted his head.

"That was my surprise to you, Michael."

"Dying?"

"No, sunlight."

Michael pulled away, "You did that for me?"

"You know I love you."

I play with his hair, "I know you do."

Michael's stomach growls, he groans, "Why? Why now?"

"Probably because of," I show him my hand, "my hand."

Michael looks at it then licks it like your dog gives you kisses but he did it so sexually, he kept jerking up and down from my blood; it looked like he was fucking me as he drank from my hand.

After he finished getting small drops, he kissed my hand. My breathing was very heavy, "Michael?"

"Huh?" He hums.

"Why are you so fucking hot?" I moan as I bite my lip.

"I'll ask you the same."

"Just a minute ago, you just made out with my hand. You just made me horny," Michael blushes a little, "so now I'm asking, fuck me?"

He pushes me on the floor, "How can I say no?"