Weeks Later.
Things weren't the same anymore. I was miserable, unhappy without her. My life was full of black and white and she was the color. Everyday was cloudy because she use to be the sun that light my world.

It's been weeks since me and Marina fought. I thought it was more of just a fight, but she never came around anymore. I visited her house, she was never there, always working. Her Nana wouldn't even let me come in the door. She felt as though she wasn't 'family' enough for me.

As we moved into autumn of 1984, working on my family's tour distracted me to the point that I had to move on from Marina and focus on my work. In the back of my head, I was worried about her. How she's doing. My mind was in such a blur during rehearsal. My singing and dancing seemed mediocre regardless of what others was saying. I didn't feel it. It wasn't there because I was heartbroken. Heartbroken because I let the most important person in my life walk out that door. As the days went on, life didn't even feel like worth living.

I walked to my room to see a note on my bed.

Hey Mikey-boy,
How's life serving you? Seems like you and Marina are in the outs. She left you out in the cold, huh? Well, come see her at the hospital. Your heart might lose a beat.

My eyes widen as I try to decipher the message itself as I grab my coat and jumped into my car, speeding to the hospital.

I swear if they hurt her again....

I grabbed my mask, sliding it on as I park my car in the emergency room roundabout. I sigh deeply before getting out the car, walking into the ER. My eyes trail around the fast-moving ward as I looked around, for her.

I couldn't help but see her...kissing an another guy: Paul. The guy I was talking to when she got stabbed months back.

I knew my heart sunk at the sight of my ex-lover kissing a man that wasn't me. The sight almost gave me a heart attack, at least the guy wasn't lying. My heart really did lose a beat. Her soft, luscious lips all over him. Her frame being squeezed by him.

That was suppose to me grabbing her, making her moan, making her feel so good..

I was in such a trance that I didn't know the nurse tapping me.

Miranda.

I look at her like a deer in headlights as she coos, "Hi, Mr. Jackson, do you need something?" I touch my throat, pretend to cough as I spoke in a raspy voice, "Sore throat, it's really bothering me." She nods as she walks me to Room one, sitting me on one of the beds. I sit down and she folds her arms as she closes the door, "Are you only here to see Marina?" I bite my lip nervously, "Would that be a bad thing?"

She combs her fingers through her long straight hair. Her pale light skin glimmered with the sun's rays that shone through the window in the room. She replies softly, "Well, she kind of moved on you know?" I nod sadly as she lifts my head, "Poor thing." My eyes looks into her electric blue eyes as she leans in and kisses my lips. Her lips were soft and sweet, different from Marina's, but I never kissed her back. Awkwardly, she breaks away as she pulls a strand of hair back behind her ear. I bit the corner of my lip nervously as she sighs embarrassingly, "U-um a doctor will be with you shortly, okay?" I nod slowly as she walks out the room. My hand slid through my hair as it gently slid against my bandage of where I got burned a couple of months ago. I wince slightly at its sensitivity as Marina walks in with a chart board in her hand.

Her eyes were on it as she closes the door then looked up at me. They widen at me as she walks over to me, "What do you want?" I touch my head playfully, "Sick." She groans as she slides a pair of latex gloves on, checking my vitals.

"Take off your shirt."

I do so as she puts her stethoscope on and rested the cold, metal chest piece on my chest, listening to my heart beating. It was so sexy to watch her do a check-up on me. Her face stayed emotionless as she takes her stethoscope off, "It's beating rapidly in there. Anyways, what are you in here for?" I touch my throat as she grabs a wood stick.

"Say 'Ah' for me"

I open my mouth, sticking my tongue out as she rest the wood stick on it, looking at my throat, "I don't see anything wrong." She looks at me with a straight face as I sigh, "I've been feeling somewhat depressed." She squints, "What medication have you been taking?"

I gave her the list and her eyes widen at the long list.

"Well, you're taking a lot of painkillers which are depressants. First of all, you shouldn't be taking all of this. Second, I might just change your medication a bit."

"Marina, don't you miss me a little bit?"

Her eyes looks up at me as she sets the chart-board down on the bed beside me as she purse her lips, "Are you here for me? Yes, I miss you." I sigh in relief at the sound of that. Her eyes were on my chest as her fingertips slid against my forming white spots and blotches appearing on my skin. I quickly grabbed my t-shirt, putting it on.

She noticed my insecurity of my vitiligo as she whispers, "It's nothing to be embarrassed about. Did it just started?"  I nod as I whisper quietly, "It just started on my chest, I had it on my fingers, but eventually it's getting worse. I don't know.." Her face was close to mine as she reaches over and grabs my hand, examining it.

Don't kiss her, Michael. Don't kiss her, Michael.

Her fingertips brush against the little white spots. I bet she secretly thought I was a freak. A clown. Her head looked up at me as our eyes met.

It's now or never.

I lean over and our lips met one another as we kissed. A deep, hot passionate kiss. Our chemistry was undeniably amazing as her lips never left mine while we made out. Eventually, she pulls away gasping while covering her mouth. I look at her in confusion as she whispers, "I'm with someone..oh my gosh, this was a horrible idea." I pull her closer to me, pulling her on the hospital bed.

She squeals as I cover her mouth with my hand as I got on top of her. Her eyes looked at me, slightly frightened as I wait for her to calm down. As she calmed down, I uncovered her mouth,

"I saw you smooching Mr. Good-Looking Hair, are you guys a thing?"

She nods slowly while blushing embarrassing as my lips kissed her neck. She squirms slightly, trying not to moan as I whisper in her ear huskily, "Babygirl, you know I'm the only man that can make your toes curl." She growls, "Michael..."

I haven't been with a woman in months and I was ridiculously sexually frustrated. I needed to feel her. I lean back in her ear while whispering, "I want the whole hospital to hear you scream my name as I pound my thick length deep inside your we-." Her lips curl to a devious grin as she pushes me off of her, interrupting me.

"Nice try, mister."

She gets off the bed as I grab her wrist. She frowns, "Mm,  get off of me." I groan, "Give me an another chance. I won't let you down anymore." She blinks at her eyes at me, grabbing the chart, "Meet me here @ 9. That's when I get off, then we can talk."

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