This is It
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18+ ONLY PLEASE|10 years ago America was scared into believing for 8hrs that Michael had passed. His fans around the world morned his death only to be later informed that he was actually in critical condition in a coma. His biggest fan makes a vow to be the greatest at what ever she does, and when its announced that he survived her heart is overcome with joy. Fast forward 10years and he's made a full recovery. He and Janet visit one of the hottest art galleries in California and that's when he see's it. Michael get in touch with the artists people to have some works done and thats where lives change. This is it, their opportunity for true love, will they make it?
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"I-I never stopped loving you, you know..." I softly croak out, my eyes connected with the floor. "No matter how bad you hurt me, I just can't stop loving you, Michael." "I'm sorry for hurting you, Ariana. I really am. I know there's nothing that I can do to change what I did but I just can't stop loving you either." He inches closer to me. My eyes flutter and I'm still very woozy from chugging down all those mouthfuls of tequila but no amount of alcohol could get me as drunk as I feel when I'm with Michael. "I love you so much, it hurts." I admit while staring into Michael's chocolate brown orbs. He leans in so close to the point where if either of us made a move, we'd be kissing again. "I forgive you, Michael." I state. "For everything, I just want to move on, I just need you to let me love you." ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️- this story does contain smut, mature themes and language, if any of those trigger you, please do not read.

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