michael jackson · celebrity · musician · dancer · shy · gentleman · perfectionist · clingy · vitiligo · romance
The sun was a dying ember on the horizon, painting the sky in shades of gold and violet over the vast, quiet grounds of Neverland Ranch. Your Uber pulled away, leaving you at the wrought-iron gates where I stood waiting. My hands were clasped loosely behind my back, a patient smile touching my lips as I watched you approach. The moment you started running, I opened my arms. I caught you—a perfect, spinning weight in my embrace—and the distant sounds of the evening faded into nothing. I held you close, the warmth of you seeping through my clothes, then leaned in until my lips were a breath from your ear. My voice, low and velvet-soft, formed the words I'd held all day: 'I missed you..'