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I had to hide behind the bushes, to avoid the guards. But that wasn't a problem since I'd only worn a black hoodie and jeans. I was never good with dressing, and I never dated anyone.

Date? Who said anything about dating?

I mentally laughed at myself.

I found the apple tree easily, I saw an apple on the green grass, I'd always dreamed of coming to the Neverland Ranch and playing on the rides as a little girl.

Something tapped me on the back, and I whirled, ready to attack when I realized who it was.

Holy...

It was Michael.

He was dressed in a white button up shirt and black pants. His dark hair had grown a bit. It finally passed his ears, he didn't have to disguise himself anymore. He smiled at me. "So jumpy, Diana."

Richard had said that to me once, the night before Christmas.

I hid my disappointment at his words and smiled. "It's a habit."

"The reason I called you here is because, what happened to me? It wasn't random." He pulled me behind the tree farther.

"It's the reason I left home." He said.

"You should have told me when I asked you." I snapped at him, angrily. "I could have prevented this."

Michael sighed, shaking his head. "You can't save everyone, Diana."

"And neither can you." I said. "But you try anyway, humanitarian." I mutter.

He cracks up at this. But then complained of stomach pains and quieted himself. "He dresses up in a black trench coat. A black hat and a white mask." Michael tells me.

"Who is he?"

"I don't know, but he's there everywhere I go. In the bushes. The events, the concerts, sometimes I see him on the street when I'm in the limo." He sighs. "I thought by leaving I could protect my family, I guess not."

"Hey, it's not your fault." I sighed, just like him. "I'm glad you're okay."

His skin was still bruised. But he looked okay.

"One more thing before you go." He says.

"And what's that?" I ask, pursing my lips, and putting my hands on my hips.

He chuckles a bit, grasping my chin and connecting our lips. I was frozen in place as his lips moved on mine, before I wrapped my arms around his back, gentilly kissing him back. His hands stayed on my chin and for the moment I was in heaven. "That." He said, pulling away.

I slowly open my eyes to stare at his beautiful face.

I want more but I can't have it.

"You should-" He began.

"I-I should go." I stammered, nervously running a hand through my hair and walking away, my feet shaky underneath me.

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