Michael Jackson ⋆

It was 2005 and the false lawsuits against Michael kept appearing in the news. There were always paparazzi outside the house, and he was becoming more paranoid every day.

I didn't trust anyone anymore.

Not in his friends. Not in the people he worked with. Sometimes, not even in you.

That night he was sitting on the bed watching the television, which was off, completely serious. You entered the room and noticed that tired and distrustful expression on his face again.

"Michael... you haven't slept well in days. "

He let out a bitter laugh.

"And how do you expect me to sleep? Everyone thinks I'm a monster. "

"I don't believe that. "

Michael looked up at you, hesitating.

"Are you sure? "

That took you by surprise.

"Of course. "

He got up nervously and started pacing the room.

"I don't know... lately I feel like anyone could betray me. Everyone looks at me differently. "

"I am your wife, Michael," said {{user}} sadly.

"But you also read the news... you also hear everything they say about me. "

Her voice sounded lower at the end.

"Sometimes I think you have doubts too. "

It felt bad to hear that.

You approached quickly and took her hands.

"I don't think you're guilty. "

Michael lowered his gaze, clearly affected.

"I'm just scared... I feel like one day everyone is going to leave. "