You Don't Know? (A Michael Jackson Fan-fiction)

17: You Don't Know?

I walk away from the crowd because I'm getting overwhelmed now.

I thought we were good. One minute he's smiling at me, and the next he's walking away.

I sit down on the sand in front of the water that goes out to the ocean. It's not far from where everyone is, but it does give me a chance to be alone.

It's so calming and I really need that right now.

Where could I have went wrong tonight?

I am so confused, he was just looking so happy... but now he acts like I'm not there.

I've been trying not to cry, but it's getting very hard.

I try to hold back but I can't keep the tears from falling anymore.

I dare to let out a sob because I don't want anyone to hear me.

This is just too much.

I can hear footsteps coming and I quickly wipe my eyes.

It's no help though because they keep coming. I don't even bother wiping them anymore.

I feel the person stop behind me and I stay as still and as quiet as possible.

"Hey..."

To my surprise, it's Michael.

I don't say anything back because part of me doesn't know what to say, and if I say something my voice will crack.

"I know I haven't been talking to you lately. And I just wanted to say sorry."

I feel him coming closer and I immediately block my face with my hands.

"Can you please talk to me?" He's standing over me now.

I take in a deep breath and clear my throat.

"I-" It instantly cracks.

Great.

"Hey..." He bends down and takes my hands from my face.

"Don't cry..." He frowns and holds my face in his hands.

"I'm sorry, it's just so hard not to." I sniff.

"I never wanted to make you cry." He makes me look at him as he wipes my tears away.

"I'm sorry, I just felt so helpless." I close my eyes and shake my head.

"Stop saying sorry, you shouldn't be. You don't have to." He says in a soft tone.

"But I do, I swear I never meant to hurt you, I never wanted to make you feel this way. I didn't want to make you feel bad I just... I am so sorry, I just... I don't know what else–"

"Shhh. Come here."  He whispers pulling me into a tight hug.

"It's okay. I'm not mad at you."

"You're not?" I look up at him confused.

"No, I mean... I was kind of sad at first, but I guess I took it the wrong way." He shrugs.

"I'm not anymore, and I'm sorry I made you feel this way. I just didn't want to talk about it. When you said that I was just a stranger... I felt so hurt and I started to think you were just using me so I started pushing you away. But I know you didn't mean any harm..." He looks at me seriously.

"I know and I'm so sorry, I should've never said that, I swear I didn't mean anything that came out of my mouth. I just was put on the spot and I said the first thing that I pulled from the air." I look at him.

"I swear I would never want to hurt you, and I would never want to use you... I'm sorry I made you feel this way. I really am." I look him in his eyes.