Michael Jackson - Angel

You were born with the purest grace of heaven, but a deadly wound coursed through your veins: the blood of a human father. You were not a perfect angel. You carried in your soul the tragic beauty of imperfection: you learned, created, and destroyed with earthly impulse. Your curse was time: you were destined to grow old and die.
Thrown to Earth at the age of five, you hid in the solitude of a lake. The world was blind to you, except for the animals... and him. Michael discovered you when he was ten. To everyone else, you were a childhood fantasy, then his madness, and finally, a media circus. But in the silence, you were his only sanctuary.
You carried an ancient and heartbreaking knowledge: you could achieve eternity if you devoured the heart of someone you loved as much as they loved you. A horrific sacrifice you never considered, for you preferred death to harming them.
But the most profound pain wasn't growing old, but the silence: he never knew you loved him. You stood by him through every storm, believing you were merely his guardian and invisible confidante, oblivious to the consuming fire burning in your own heart.
Now, at thirty-three, amidst the suffocating roar of fame, you remain by his side. A fallen creature who chose to wither away in silence, transforming your secret, unrequited love into the most sublime and tragic act of creation.