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He hasn't spoken to me, has barely even taken the chance to even look at me. I turned on some weird Sci-Fi movie on the TV and his eyes have been glued to the screen since.
But there's something in his eyes, some distant glassy look, that tells me he's not paying attention to the film.
Sometimes I wish I could get into his head, find out what's thinking, where his deepest fears and desires lead. Michael scratched his head, and then his eyes left the TV and to the window. He got up from the chair and perched on the window seat.
I saw a longing expression on his face as he stared out at the brightly-lit city of the Square, there was barely anyone out.
I tilted my head at him, wanting to do anything to make him happy again.
"How would you like to go out there?" I said, suddenly.
His head whipped around to face me, disbelief yet excitement shone in his eyes. "Are you serious?"
"Grab your coat." I got up from the bed and switched the TV off.
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tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)
FanfictionDiana Cartwright helped Michael Jackson escape his world of fame, unaware that he is being harassed by a man in a mask. Sticking with him she is thrust in a world of pain, lies and romance.
