She looked around... Neverland was crowded, full of famous people. But she couldnt see Michael anywhere.. Allthough it was his party he wasnt there, she rely wanted to talk to him. In the middle of the crowd she saw Liz Taylor.. she walks up to her. �Hrrm, Mrs.Taylor!?!� �Yes�,she said. �I�m wondering.....have you seen Michael?� �No I havent, maybe he went upstairs� �Oh ok then�,she said Her excitement, drove her up the stairs only to find a dark corridor... But wait.. A fadeing light came from a room... She heard something.... a very weak mooning... could it be Michael. She slowly opend the door.. And, yes there he was lying on his bed.... Her heart missed a beat as she saw him.., his blue shirt was buttoned up so that she could see a pice of his chest, his black hair was twisted around his face and she noticed pearls of sweat on his cheeks and forehead. It looked as if he was sleeping, but he twisted in an anxious way. �Michael�,she wispherd... �Mmmhnn�,he mooned. She walked inside his bedroom,her eyes was totaly focused on Michael every twist he did, every move. Even now she can remember the exact smell in the room, a mix of sweat and perfume, a mix of woman and man. She walked up to the bed....man he was gorgeous like this... more beautiful than she had ever thought of him. �Michael�,she said strokeing her finger over his forehead,�Are you alright?� �Naah�,he said twisting more now then ever... �Do you want me to leave?� �No stay..everything is dissy�, he said. The coming minutes she was trapped in a magic silence, together with man she had thought of even as a child. �Water...�,Michael wispherd,�Can you get me a glass of water..� �Oh, yes�,she said grabbing the glass standing next to the bed. In a second she was back. Now Michaels twisting,had made his shirt go down leaving his schoulders and more of his chest open wide. �Here you are�,she said giving it to him. �Mhhmn� Michael grabbed the glass but his hand was so weak that she realized he would drop it... �Wait�,she said.�I�ll help you.� She took the glass out of Michaels hand, and moved closer to his head.. She put her hand at back of his head and lifted it slowly up, then she put glass to his mouth. After he finished driking she put the glass down and layed his head back on the pillow, the water had left a trace on his lips �Oh Michael�, she tought to herself. |
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