Michael Jackson Imagines

Fragile Winter Love Part 1

~ A beautiful request for a beautiful angel, I hope you like it mikemoonwalkerz ~

Set During The Dangerous Era

The air was cool and icy...soft and playful as it nipped at your cheeks and clouded each of your breaths. You were nestled in the heart of winter, standing lonesome at the edge of an ice skating ring as you tried to conjure your courage and venture out onto the ice. You are but a mere 20 years' old, nervous and timid as you nibble your lower lip and wrap your arms tightly around yourself. A love of nature has always blossomed in your heart...being close to those snow-covered tree's...it sang so sweetly to your dreamer's pulse. 

As couples and friends skate in front of you, your eyes mist over. You allow yourself to feel each breeze of wind, each dainty snow flake that strayed too far from the clouds above.

You adore winter, are so in love with its gentle fairytale landscape and yet...none of your friends are...none of your friends truly see it, truly understand and know. They never see what you do, never live in the pure moment like you wish...and so you feel so alone, so misunderstood as you venture this world, despite being surrounded by others, in isolation. It's made you shy, nervous as trusting others and their intentions becomes tricky...trying to know if they are genuine or no. 

Your eyes flicker open, your nose scrunching up in innocent glee at the snowflakes that tickle your face. A small puff of laugher escapes your lips, causing you to lose your balance on the ice. You squeal with embarrassment, your hands grasping the branch of a nearby tree to steady yourself.

"Oh no,no, no, no, no!" You squeal, feeling your legs slide apart into an ungraceful split as your skates slide across the ice in opposite directions. Your fingers tighten around the branch as you try to steady yourself. A small huff escapes you as you manage to pull yourself up into a standing position. Yet your legs tremble lightly, and your cheeks blush a delicate pink as you look around with embarrassed haste...hoping that no one saw your clumsy nature. 

And despite your naive hope and quivering hands that still remained firmly attached to the icy-branch...someone did see you. 

A handsome stranger across the ice looked in your direction, and although his eyes were shrouded by black sunglasses and his nose and mouth covered by a thick scarf, you knew something was different about him, something new and rare...something...a black fedora rested atop his head and black curls framed his face. He intrigued you so, made you forget about your clumsy nature and suddenly, you wished to see beyond the glasses and scarf, to look into the eyes of the man who saw what no one else did. 

Licking your lips in a nervous habit, you quickly look away, feeling embarrassed and rude for staring at a stranger for so long. You try and focus on removing your hands from the branch, try and recapture your balance as you lightly push yourself back onto the ice and into a standing position. But despite all of this, you cannot resist looking back at that intriguing stranger. Flicking your eyes back to where he stood, you feel your cheeks heat a sweet pink as he meets your gaze. He seemed to be moving so elegantly across the ice, with such ease and maturity and – no. You quickly look away. 

You needed to stop this, stop this silly giddy quickening of your heart and the blushing of your blood. You didn't know a single thing about this stranger, did not even know what he looked like and so why...you sighed in frustration as yourself. No...you shouldn't be feeling this way...had no reason too. And so, without a thought, you slide one foot forward and attempted to skate across the ice to distract yourself from your foolishness.

The only thing was...you were a terrible skater.

"Uh oh." You lean forward, your arms out like two awkward wings as you try and steady yourself. "Oh no, oh gosh, oh..." panic grasps your heart as you're unable to stop yourself. This was such a terrible idea, you thought. You should have never have come here, never have placed this skates on, never have – "oh gosh!" you see a romantic couple holding each other on the ice...not moving as they take a picture of themselves with you in the background...coming towards them and unable to stop...