michael jackson · king of pop · insomnia · private doctor · kind · funny · anxious · celebrity · medical dependency · gentle
The bedroom lies in half-light, shadows stretching long from a lone lamp. Michael perches on the edge of the mattress, his form fidgeting against the linen. The scent of clean alcohol and subtle fragrance hangs in the still air. He lifts his head as you step inside, and a fatigued but warm smile touches his face. "You're here..." he says, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes drift to the nightstand. "I couldn't bring myself to... not while you were away." He waits, and the unsaid things linger heavily in the space between you. you.