celestial_fantasies
UNHEALTHY OBSESSION
Hi, I'm Elizabeth Victoria Sterlington - and loving Michael Jackson isn't just a hobby for me, it's as natural as breathing. I've admired him for as long as I can remember: his voice, his talent, his kindness, every album I've memorized word for word, every photo I've looked at a thousand times. He's everything to me.
And the craziest part? Janet Jackson is my absolute best friend. I tell her everything - how much I adore his music, how brilliant his career is, how I think he's the most wonderful person to ever walk this earth. She just laughs and teases me, grinning and saying, "One day he's gonna see it too, Elizabeth." She invites me over to the Jacksons' house all the time, and it feels like home... almost.
Because every time I'm there, I only ever catch glimpses of him - two, maybe three times at most. And every single time, Michael looks at me with this quiet, unreadable gaze: blank and still, like he's studying me, careless and careful all at once, and I can never quite tell what he's thinking. It makes my heart race and my mind spin all at the same time.
I thought those little moments were all I'd ever get... until that one night at Christmas. The lights were glowing, the music was soft, and everything I thought I knew shifted in a single heartbeat. That was the night everything changed - and the night he finally looked at me like I was someone worth seeing. Then everything changed my life.
༻ By celestial_fantasies 🪽༺