Michael
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As I caressed her hair, I felt her smile against my cheek. She was gripping so tight around my neck and I felt her heart beat against my chest. Everything felt so right at this very moment. I wanted to hold her that way for the rest of my life. Her scent was so mesmerising, her hair and skin so soft. Her breath was tickling my neck but I'd never ask her to stop.

"I missed you so much." I breathed, holding her even more. I couldn't believe she was in my arms right now. I kissed her temple multiple times, making her giggle. It felt so good to hear her laugh in person and not by phone.

"I missed you too." she said back and I smiled. We continued to hold each other a bit longer, taking some time to get used to each other's presence again. 

Blanche hadn't changed at all. She was still the joyful woman I knew, remaining strong and beautiful. I was so glad to see her as happy as she was at that moment, given that the last time I saw her, we were in the same exact position but saying our goodbyes to each other. 

Leaving her to tour was something I wasn't used to, and for the Bad Tour, it was extremely hard to perform in front of thousands of people when really, my heart felt empty. I wasn't aware that I could feel so depressed without her. And honestly, it made me realize that there was no way I could let her go away from me. 

"Hello ?! Earth to Michael fucking Jackson !" I opened my eyes to see Janet's face in front of me. I sighed tiredly and rubbed my face with my sore hands. "What is wrong with you, brother ?!" she yelled again and it felt like she was holding back herself from slapping me. Her face was red in anger, fists clenched and jaw tight. "I thought you were trying to get her back, not ruin her life in front of everyone !" 

This time, she did. She slapped me right in the left cheek and I didn't have any energy to yell back at her. I just kept my head low in shame and stayed mute. 

"Fighting with a guy ?! Were you really thinking it could change anything except making the whole damn situation worse ?! I was trying to help you, Michael ! I know how much you love that girl, but really, is that how you prove it ?"

"Do not call my love for her into question." I groaned with greeted teeth.

"And I am not ! I'm just wondering if you really deserve her." she exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air. I scoffed and shook my head side to side. "Seriously, Mike," she said and sat on the couch in front of where I was seated. "This is just so messed up !" 

"I know !" I yelled with closed eyes. "I think you repeated that shit enough for me to get it. It's just... ugh..." I groaned and held my head in the palms of my hand. "It's just, I cannot stay away from her. It's my duty to protect her and that guy ; he didn't seem-"

"He didn't seem what ?" Janet interrupted with furrowed brows. "Didn't seem appropriate for her ? And you think you are ? With all the shit you've put her in ?"

"Jan..." I whispered with a shaky voice. "It's hard." I sighed. "And all those flashbacks that I've been having lately, it's just... It doesn't help." I explained.

"I know, Michael." Janet said as she sat next to me. "But you have to give her some time. Alright ?" I nodded slowly. "Just... Don't rush things."

A/N : I hope you enjoyed this short chapter ! I had major writer block so I decided to do this short part to unblock myself ;) I like writing some Blichael flashbacks, tell me if you enjoy reading them ! Love ya' ! xx