Forever, Michael

let's go home

: dangerous era

: some lines were based from taylor swift's "illicit affairs".

: this imagine will have yours, Michael's, and third person's POV.

: quite angst-y. please beware (｡･ω･｡)

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You

"i'll be home in a little while, darling", Michael says on the other line, his voice sweet and calming, but it was no use to wear your unending thoughts away.

you smile bitterly. "okay, love. please keep safe. i love you". you no longer waited for his reply, and dropped the call.

your relationship with Michael has been nothing but rough for you these days. you were both happy, but everything seemed to be crumbling down— like an old, abandoned building. and you always wondered if Michael ever thought the same as you did.

you knew deep down it was all because of you. of course it was, who or what else could be the reason? Michael is nothing but the sweetest, loving, caring, and most faithful man to you. yet there you are, constantly failing to make him feel that you love him, that you care for him. you didn't know how to show it, and it took a toll on you badly. he is a good man, and you knew you don't deserve him, and he most definitely doesn't deserve someone like you.

you sat on the bed with your elbows propped on your knees, with your face in your palms.

this is it. the day i'm setting him free. you thought to yourself.

you sighed and got up, rummaging through your closet and grabbing a black hoodie; which was originally Michael's but he gave it to you, since you liked it so much. it's that very hoodie that made you feel safe and at ease when Michael is not around, and you wanted to take that piece of him before you leave.

once you wore it, you made your way to the door, but you stop once you spot that perfume you picked out for him, sitting on the vanity table. you loved that scent on him, and it would always make you feel calm whenever you smell that scent on him. taking it, you sprayed a bit on your wrists, and rubbed it on the hoodie, and on your neck.

you were about to place it back on the vanity, but then you thought about how Michael would feel when he sees something you gave him once he figures you left. it would crush his heart even more.

you placed it in a shelf where Michael couldn't easily spot it. you took one last look inside your shared room with him, before finally closing the door.

you arrived downstairs, but you were shocked when you spot Janet along with your maid. it wasn't so long before Janet noticed your presence, and she gave you her warmest smile. "oh. hey, (Y/N)!", she half-ran towards you, giving you a hug. you forced a smile, and hugged her back. "hello, Jan. what brings you here?", you pull away first, looking at Janet with the fakest smile you ever made.

"well, I was asked to bring something to Michael here. and now here I am", she giggles. "what about you? are you off to somewhere?". you felt your hands shaking.

i'm leaving.

"oh, i'll be out for a run", you said, once again plastering a fake smile upon your lips, but Janet didn't seem to notice it. "alright, then. i'll tell Michael when he arrives". she pats your shoulder, and there you excused yourself.

there's no turning back.

you put the hood over your head, and once your hand was on the doorknob, you breathe in, turning it before finally opening the door. the first step was hard, the second one was harder. you took a deep breath, and started running, making your way out of Neverland. you didn't know where your feet would take you. but you won't stop. you shouldn't. you just had to get away, to prevent you from hurting Michael more than you already are.