What would happen if Prince fell in love obsessively with a modest waitress named Missy? And she rejected his advances? Will Prince cross reason and become sick with love?
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June 23th, 1990, George Michael's residence, London, England.
Missy received condolences from all friends of Prince, George and Elton. But she did not want to talk to anyone - it was George who received compassion.
Missy was in the guest room and didn't want to see anyone. Even she barely tolerated George. Ever since she found out that someone had given her a miscarriage tablet, she had seen the culprit in everyone.
George was really loved and cared for Missy - but she was depressed and unfortunately treated him rather harshly. Missy was lying under a blanket and crying when she felt someone gently pull it off her. Missy covered her face with her hand and then she heard her husband's gentle voice:
— Honey, it's time to have dinner and take medicine.
When Missy was discharged from the hospital, the doctor gave her a prescription for a sedative. George made sure his wife rested and took her medicine.
—I don't want to, you leave — Missy tapped out and waved her hand. —Damn, give me a break. Everybody.
—Missy — George sighed and sat down next to her. He patted her head, but she didn't react. — You have to take care of yourself and ...
— And what for? — Missy asked in resentment. — My child was murdered and maybe it would be better if ... — She broke off and bit her lip. George frowned and said:
— Finish it.
— Maybe I should die too.
—Fuck — George said. — Don't say that. You mustn't think like that.
—I have nothing to live for — Missy curled up. —I want my child back!
George hugged her, but she pushed him away. George was offended but remained silent.
— You eat dinner, please — He started. — And ...
—Fuck you — Missy hissed. —Fuck you, damn it!
George felt as if she had hit him in the face. He clenched his fist and said coldly:
— You have a tray of food and medicine here. If you don't eat it, I will know how to help you.
— Get out of here.
George looked at her and after a moment did what she wanted. When Missy heard the soft sound of the door closing, she burst into tears.
I am an ungrateful bitch who underestimates such a caring guy. You are an egocentric idiot, Michelle.
Minutes went by, an hour and two passed. Missy stared at the wall without touching the food and medicine. When she heard the door open, she pursed her lips. She knew it was her husband.
