Reverie - Michael Jackson Imagines

When The Loving Stops✨

Thrad Era

"Oh, Y/N, please, I just want to see how it looks on you,"

You eyed the aged, milky-white lace with deep disdain, as if the garment had been stitched with arsenic. You shake your head, setting the crystal vase back in the box.

"No, Mother," you sigh. "I've got my own dress. Give it to Gina, she's got to get married someday, too. If she's lucky,"

A pang of guilt strikes you as you brush past your mother's frozen figure to pick up the stray wrapping paper, the garment clutched protectively in her arms.

It had once meant the world to her, a delicate emblem of a bygone era of innocence and romance. But to you it's only one of many trinkets of empty promises and heartbreak.

"But you always dreamed of wearing this when you were a little girl. You always begged me to bring it out,"

"That's the thing," you huff, stopping down to pick up the stray pieces of wrapping paper that littered the living room floor. "I'm not a little girl anymore. I'm getting married, Mother,"

You'd said the words about a thousand times within the past months but they'd never once felt real to you. In just a day, you were getting married to your longtime love, Michael. The two of you had been together for quite sometime and were finally making the commitment of a lifetime. You were supposed to be over the moon, dizzy with wedding bell bliss but you couldn't bring yourself to feel like a happy, blushing bride.

"She thinks it's cursed," your younger sister Gina speaks, entering the room in her bathrobe.

You roll your eyes at your baby sister, placing a lid on a velvet box your aunt had gifted, one of many elaborate gifts.

"Can't you shut up, Gina?" you groan. "Somebody better put a muzzle on your mouth by tomorrow."

Gina wasn't exactly wrong about your reluctance to wear your mother's wedding dress. It was a bad omen.

"You're such a grouch," Gina speaks as she pads into the kitchen. "To think, you're getting married to the possibly the most famous man on the planet and you're still not happy. God always wastes his blessings on the ungrateful,"

You deeply loved Michael and were looking forward to spending forever with him but as the wedding neared, you grew nervous and doubtful about the future.

Knowing that you were honestly getting ready to step into a marriage terrified you like nothing else. You could not stop thinking about your parents who'd divorced when you were still quite young. It wasn't amicable in any sense and the arguments and unstable family dynamic had left its ugly mark on your heart.

You'd grown absolutely cynical about love and had once swore it off completely. But then you met Michael and everything changed.

He'd opened your eyes how gentle, honest and wonderful love could be. You'd let your guard down and surrendered your heart to him. There was no turning back.

"There are plenty of Jacksons left if you want one," you quip. "Pick your poison."

"So let me get this straight, you think my dress is bad luck because me and your father didn't last?" your mother asks, settling next to you on the sofa.

You sigh, avoiding the sadness in her gaze. It was no surprise that your mother knew you well.

"It's just so old fashioned, Mother," you lie. "Somethings are just meant to stay in the past. I'm sure Daddy thought you were a vision walking down that aisle,"

"He did," Gina speaks, returning to the living room with a sandwich in hand. "But then Daddy thinks anything in a skirt is a vision,"

You roll your eyes at your sister's feral mouth.