Writing spirits, please hear my wish!

Authors Note: SOOO tumblr wasn’t on my side and deleted the og post of this but I got a screenshot of the request. That being said I was so close to being sent into a psychosis with how good this ask was. So with the deleting and everything I hope you like this lol. Edited by @discojupiters

You remember it so clearly still. Your heart beating loudly. The smiles and shy glances in the music studio. The lingering looks to the grazed hands. Words holding too much truth being sung into the microphone. Loving Michael was a feeling you couldn't explain in simple words. Well, at least it was harder saying what it was like because you didn't have all of it. You weren't lucky enough to be blessed with him loving you in public. And that is why it's hard to be here at another award show, another person asking you to give all you got to an audience who would never fully understand.

All alone, reminiscing on what could have been; the what ifs.

"Ms., its almost time, please come with me."

Then just like that, you're guided to the side of the stage and that's when you see him.

Michael in all his glory, just as hypnotizing as last time, standing there also looking at you in shock. Clearly he wasn't expecting you to be here also, but when he really thought about it, why wouldn't you be? This song, the memories of creating it in the dim light, all of it leads right back to you. The person he loves with all his heart, but just not hard enough. Not enough to keep you from walking away.

"Okay guys, you'll be asked to walk on in about five minutes, please wait here."

You could barely hear whatever the stage manager was saying, the buzzing noise in your head taking over.

And then just like that, it was you two near the curtains ready to lay it all on stage.

"Hello Michael… it's been a long time."

"It has. Too long, really."

He couldn't help himself as he slowly looked you up and down. Your hair, your lips, the way your dress was flowing against your skin. You looked just as beautiful as the last time he saw you. And he didn't know what was more devastating to him, not being there to see you transform into the woman you are now, or the fact he had to think about a last time at all. 

So what does he do? He does what he always does, tug on your heart strings little by little.

"You look gorgeous."

"Michael…"

"I'm just being honest."

"Thank you." 

You tried to hide your smile. looking down at your feet.

Breaking the tension in the air, you were once again told to get ready to walk on stage. You tried to soothe your breathing as your body was beginning to fill with nerves. As you look at the two microphones on stage taunting you with there presence, you feel it, Michael's hands slowly caressing yours. Looking up, you see him nervously smiling at you. Seeing that smile of his, you couldn't help but let him hold you hand as you held his hand back. You both turned back together to look at the stage, smiling and anxious.

"3,2,1…you're up, guys," you hear from your right.

Then that's it, no more waiting, and you're both walking on stage together, the audience looking back at you in awe. Two legendary artists right in front of them about to give them the performance of a lifetime. A performance that'll be told for years to come as the very performance that set the standard for others. A chemistry in the air so clear for everyone to see but no one to quite understand how deep it ran.

As the lights lowered and the audience's cheers quieted down, the music started.

"You could be my silver spring,

Blue-green, colors flashing

I would be your only dream

Your shining autumn, ocean crashing"

And as you started singing, swaying to the music moving you, you glanced at Michael, making sure he felt every word you were saying.

"And don't say that she was pretty?

And did you say that she loved you?

Baby, I don't wanna know"

He stared right back and followed through.

"So I begin not to love you

Turn around, see me runnin' 

I say, 'I loved you years ago'

Tell myself you never loved me, no"

Your voices joined together as you stared into each others eyes, and you couldn't help but start to tear up as you remembered how hard it was to see him be seen with other women. 

But you couldn't stop loving him, you couldn't stop running right back to him. And that was sadly your problem.

"Time cast a spell on you

But you won't forget me

I know I could have loved you

But you would not let me"

Michael saw the tears and couldn't help but turn away. Scared and avoidant of his feelings as always. And that was his problem.

You walked towards him, your hand reaching out for his face, forcing him to accept it. Forcing him to accept your love. Forcing him to accept his feelings and let it happen.

"I'll follow you down 'til the sound

Of my voice will haunt you

Give it just a chance

You'll never get away from the sound

Of the woman that loves you"

He walked right in front of you and hugged you. Swaying your bodies side to side as the song ended.

"I'll follow you down 'til the sound…"

Michael, overcome with emotion, kissed your cheeks.

"I'm sorry, about everything"

"I know you are" 

So you kissed him right back like the fool you were….