The cool air blows his long black hair in front of his face. The moon shines bright of Encino as the peaceful sounds of the night fills Michael's mind. His dark blue robe wrapped around his body, protecting him for the brisk wind. His hands grip the railings of the balcony as he looks across area of land named Neverland. When people see this 3000 acre landscape, they say it's beautiful. But all Michael can see his cold and empty world.
He glanced back at his large bedroom. He was tired but he couldn't fall asleep. Just a month ago, he could fall asleep in the warm embrace of a woman he would do anything for. It was only a month ago. He would do anything for her but it was so painful to know that she wouldn't do the same for him.
Michael slowly walked back to his room and shut the glass doors to the balcony. He then closed the curtains. He sat on his king-sized bed and gazed at the picture of him and Lisa on his nightstand. It wasn't the fact that him and Lisa had broke up. It was because he knew something was wrong with him.
He looked up and gazed straight into a full-length mirror, across the room, inside the door of his open walk-in closet. Tears came to his eyes. Was this the reason?
His tired brown eyes gazed back at him.
His long, black hair rested on his shoulders.
His pale skin contrasted against his dark robe.
He turned his attention to the big screen television in front of him. He knew that if he turned on the television all he would see is reports about the break up. Could this be it? Could it be something about him that he just couldn't help?
He just didn't know what he could do about it. He had one moment of joy with Lisa Marie, and he would give anything to have it again. But that joy seemed to fade into a memory, swallowed up with loneliness, and buried with hopelessness.