tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)

February 1ˢᵗ ─ 11:56 ᵖᵐ

My first thought was: break up? Were we even together in the first place? I mean, it was all weird. How it started, or, didn't start.

But if we weren't together, why does it saddem me now that we can't be together? Michael was sitting across from me in my house, we were in the kitchen, I had put together some french fries and fish and none of us had taken a bite.

He was thinking, I could see the confused scrunch in his eyebrows.

"So, I guess this is it, huh?" Michael said, looking down at his watch.

Tick tock.

Tick tock sang the grandfather clock on the wall. I sighed, my eyes suddenly feeling heavy. "I don't know how to feel about this." I say, wondering why my nose is burning, why I feel like I'm about to cry.

"Me either," Michael admits. "I...don't feel like we were ever even together. I just know that...we were doing something."

I nod, squinting my eyes. "But it does hurt." A tear broke free and made an icy track down my face, I pinched my nose, looking down at my untouched plate before raising my head at Michael. "What time is it, now?"

"It's 12." He spoke in slow words, as if they saddened him.

We both looked each other in the eyes, understanding what was next. In unison, we rushed to our feet and colided into eachother, our lips clashing instantly. I melted into him, tears gushed from my eyes as we kissed like it would the final course of us.

And who knows? Maybe it will be.

"I have to go." He whispered, holding my forehead to his, like our first kiss.

Just like they say, you never know what you have, until you've lost it.

"Yes," I try to stop the flow of tears but I can't help it. "This is how it's supposed to be." I convince myself, looking anywhere but his eyes.

"Diana..." Michael whispers.

I shake my head, rubbing furiously at my eyes. "You have to go, Michael. Youneedto go. It's midnight." I tell him.

He looks hesitant, before turning away and walking toward the door, he opens it. Turns toward me for a split second before disappearing.