Hope. That was all he had that Diana had somehow gotten herself out of that building, every negativity was taken from his head and replaced with positive things.
Michael perked up when the doorbell to the Neverland Ranch rung, he crawled out of bed, switched off the television and headed downstairs.
When he opened the door, his happiness boosted, Felix was standing there, he must have found something, anything. "Have you found anything?"
The officer took his hands from behind his back, he was holding a plastic evidence bag, Michael snatched it from him. Inside was an earring, it was crusted black from the fire.
"This is Diana's, she was wearing it." Michael said to himself.
How the hell could an earring come off...?
This was it.
Diana was...
She was dead.
She'd went off when she was attached to the bomb.
"Mr. Jackson, I'm sorry for your lo--"
Michael slammed the door close, sliding back on the door. His eyes squeezing shut with pain. He breathed in and out.
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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.
