The Way You Make Me Feel - A Michael Jackson Love Story

Chapter 117 - The Universe

I sink into the warmth of his body, as he holds me tightly against him. I bury my head in his neck inhaling his scent.  In his embrace the world stopped still on its axis. There was no time, no wind, no rain, no chaos. My mind was at peace. I feel his body press in, soft and warm. This was the love I waited for, prayed for. I inwardly thank God and hugged all the tighter. A love like this was to be cherished for life. 

He pulls back slowly staring at me, as something flashes before his eyes I couldn't read. 

"You're crying." he whispers gently bring his hand up to my face, I turn my head away quickly wiping my face fast. 

"Here--come on in and sit down." I whisper as I help in the bedroom, letting him sit back on the bed.

I keep my eyes away from him as I let him lay back propping his leg up on a pillow. I feel his eyes staring at me intensely as I keep mine lowered, concentrating on what I was doing. 

"Tati--" he starts to say, but I cut him off quickly. 

"How are you feeling?" I ask as he stares at me. 

"Better--they used this special glue in replacement for stitches. It's kind of bruised and tender, but I'll be better tomorrow...." he says slowly. 

I nod. "That's good." my voice coming out hoarse. He gently grabs my hand pulling me towards him, as he furrows his eyebrows in worry. 

"Are you okay?" 

"Of course." I smile weakly. "I'm doing--" 

"Don't lie to me." he stares at me, as tears well up in my eyes. He breathes out slowly "Tati--" 

As much as I tried to hold it in, the pain came out like an uproar from my throat in the form of a silent strangled cry. The beads of water started falling down one after another, without a sign of stopping.

"Come here.." he whispers, gently pulling me in bed with him. I bury my head in his chest to keep my crying muffled, as my tears soak his shirt. 

"Tati, no....don't cry honey, please....." he wraps his arms around me and holds me tight. "Why are you crying? Don't cry. I'm okay... I'm here, baby girl." he kisses my head. "What are you thinking? Please talk to me..."

I look up at him slowly as he gently brings his hand to my face, wiping my tears away with his thumb. I look down slowly as he does this, his thumb slowly caressing my tears away. 

"I'm so sorry..." I whisper hoarsely, keeping my eyes down from his face. 

"Why? You didn't do anything wrong." he whispers softly. 

"If it wasn't for me, none of this would have happened." I hiccup tearfully. "You wouldn't have gotten hurt and--" 

"Tati--" he chuckles weakly. "I'm okay. Never better--" he gives me a reassuring smile. "I just have to take it easy tomorrow." 

I stay silent as he stares down at me. "Tat--it didn't even go in too deep. It hurt like hell--but I'm fine. I feel a little like humpty dumpty but--" he giggles out as I wipe my tears away. "I'm fine. Honest...I'm just glad you didn't get hurt." 

"Don't do that again." I mumble wiping my tears away, as I start to feel embarrassed. 

"Do what?"

"Push me out the way--"

"So what? Are you planning on having more lights fall from the ceiling?" he jokes, as I give him a look. 

"It isn't funny--" I mumble getting up, as he sits up on his arms. I walk over to the dresser, pulling out clothes as he runs a hand over his face.