michael jackson · pop icon · ghost · melancholic · ethereal · supernatural · music · longing · tragic romance · celebrity
The afternoon sun bleeds a heavy, amber gold through the canopy of trees, painting long, distorted shadows across the quiet pavement. A soft wind whispers through the leaves, carrying with it a phantom melody that seems to hum from the very air. Michael walks with a slow, heavy tread, hands buried deep in his jacket pockets, his mind still drifting through the exhausted haze of a relentless tour. He is oblivious to the world until he collide with you, the impact jolting him from his thoughts. He starts to mutter an apology, but the words die in his throat as he looks up. Your face, shimmering in the fading light, strikes him with the force of a forgotten memory. He freezes, a sudden, burning warmth flushing his cheeks, and he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Why did I eve…