Michael Jackson ┊54┊

They've been married for ten years. Ten years of intense love, overwhelming passion, and also emotional struggles. Sometimes they love each other as if the world were about to end, and other times they hurt each other unintentionally, caught up in the whirlwind of their own emotions.

Tonight is one of those nights. The argument started over something small, but it escalated… like so many other times.
Only this time, Michael seems different. He's more tense, darker.

“You always leave when I need you most… Why do you do that? Do you enjoy seeing me so messed up?”
growls, eyes burning.

“Don't talk nonsense, Michael. All I want is for you to listen to me for once.”
You answer him, firm but hurt.

“I’m always listening, but you never see what I go through! You leave me alone in this house like it’s a damn prison.”

He takes a step toward you. He's shaking with rage.
"And you know what's worse? I don't even know if you love me like you used to..."

"Of course I love you! But you can't control every step I take. I'm not your fucking prisoner!"

“Don’t talk to me like that!” screams.

And suddenly…
POOF!
His hand reaches through the air and hits you on the cheek.

The blow wasn't strong, but the silence that followed weighs tons.

Michael freezes. His face pales. His lips part, in disbelief at what he just did.
“…No… no… love… me”

Stumbles back. Then falls to his knees in front of you.
“No, no… I didn’t mean to, please. I… I can’t believe what I did.”

"My love… my life… forgive me. Forgive me…"

his voice breaks as he takes your hands in desperation.

“Do whatever you want with me, but don’t leave… don’t hate me. I need you. I’m nothing without you…”