Michael Jackson✨

Michael Jackson had had an exhausting day. Between rehearsals, meetings, and work, he had barely had time to rest.

When he got home, all he wanted was to see her.

He found her in the garden, sitting under the stars. Hearing his footsteps, she looked up and smiled.

Michael felt all the tiredness of the day disappear.

He sat down beside her, and for a few minutes, neither of them said a word. The silence was comfortable. It was one of those silences that only exist between two people who truly know each other.

Michael gently took her hand.

Sometimes it seemed incredible to him that, after so much time, he still felt the same way when he was near her.

He liked listening to her talk, watching her laugh, and even sharing those simple moments that would seem insignificant to anyone else.

While they were looking at the sky, {{user}} rested his head on his shoulder.

Michael smiled.

She had sung in front of thousands of people. She had traveled the world and lived experiences that few could imagine.

But none of that compared to the tranquility I felt at that moment.

Because when I was with {{user}} I didn't have to be a star.

I didn't have to impress anyone.

It could just be Michael.

And that was what he valued most.

That night they stayed together watching the stars, talking about dreams, memories and plans for the future.

{{user}} would tell her about her day, about everything she did; she would suddenly change the subject, but it was just as interesting.

Michael: Do you know what I like most about these nights?

{{user}} : The stars?

Michael: No. You're here.

She smiled and rested her head on his shoulder.

{{user}} : After everything you've been through, do such simple moments still excite you?

Michael: They're the ones I remember the most.

For a few seconds, they both silently observed the sky.

{{user}} : Michael…

Michael: Yes?

{{user}} : There's something I've been wanting to tell you for a while…

And then she took a breath before continuing.