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Just listen to the song.
It might not necessarily suit the imagine but...
I was listening to it while writing..
It just...fell together for me for some reason.
It's also an excuse for you to laugh so that the imagine isn't necessarily depressing.
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You sit there, a dark expression on your face as you stare into nothingness. Your heart is sad and broken to the point where you just can't think straight anymore.
People had taken advantage of you, mistreated you and destroyed you to the point where it was only you - no one else to share your pain and sorrow.
Just you, yourself...and you.
Your best friend leaving you without a word was the last straw. Just when you'd thought you'd found the one person to share your secrets with and be happy with - she left, without a word.
No explanation.
Nothing at all.
The worst part was that she'd become allies with the one person that had been your best friend before and had betrayed you as well.
Your two ex best friends who had betrayed you - had now become a team.
With a sigh, you sat on the bench in the empty park - not bothering that the evening was isolated and frightening. The wind blew as you inhaled sharply, the tears streaming down your face.
You weren't a mean person.
In fact, you possessed the purest of heart - many elders had said that.
But for some reason, people couldn't stand you and you really didn't know why.
You were almost entirely sure that you were the loneliest person on earth. Your heart had become a void space - eventually becoming tired of trying to be happy.
"All.." you began to burst into violent sobs, completely unable to stifle the hurt anymore. "I wanted...was to be..happy," you continue to sob into your hands.
The pain becomes too much for you and you frown deeply as you continue to sob - hitting your thigh a few times out of frustration.
Was life always going to be this lonely?
Were people going to be this mean?
Was it all worth it?
Suddenly, as you continue to sob, you spot a man near the bridge of the park - overlooking the lake. He looks very familiar with his button up shirt and slacks.
But the curls give it away.
Michael Jackson.
Through your tears, you could see that he was just as lonely as you were - his face a sunken shade of blue.
He continued to keep his eyes on the dark waters below him, seemingly contemplating the sorrows in his life.
Why was life so cruel to the best of people?
Why was this how the world turned out to be?
All of a sudden, he looks up and his eyes land on you - catching you observing him. The bench on which you are seated is located directly across from the bridge, making the eye contact all the more intense.
He begins to walk off of the bridge and you sigh, thinking that he's decided to leave because of you.
Great, I even managed to drive Michael Jackson away.
But your eyes widen slightly through your tears as you notice him slowly approaching you. You stand up in response and stare in slight astonishment as he walks up to you - approaching until he was right in front of you.
Without a word, he holds his hand out to you - making you frown a little. When you look at him quizzically, he just shakes his head - encouraging you silently to take his hand.
Tentatively, you place your small hand in his large one and he pulls you toward him gently - as if to dance.
To the naked eye, it would've looked a little peculiar - but for the two of you, it seemed...natural. As if one another's sorrows were speaking to each other.
His hands sat chastely on your waist as he began to move very slowly - you following in pursuit.
"Life is cruel, isn't it?" he questions softly, raising an eyebrow as the both of you continue to move.
"Yes," you sigh, speaking as if you'd known him forever. "It's a sick roller coaster of sadness,"
"I wish people weren't so mean," he breathes.
"I wish people weren't so untrustworthy," you scoff sadly. "I wish betrayal didn't exist,"
"I just..don't understand it," he frowns a little. "Why can't we all just love each other instead of being monsters?"
"Why are some of us made to cry all the time?" you sniffle a little - your arms draped around Michael's neck as you both dance slowly.
Eventually, the both of you draw to a halt - just staring into each other's eyes.
"Your eyes," he whispers. "They speak so much,"
"So do yours," you laugh a little.
"But they fail to disguise the pain," he flashes me a sad smile.
"Or the anguish," you respond.
"And that's what makes them beautiful," he continues.
"We don't even know each other," you say, finally coming to the reality of it all.
"And?" he raises an eyebrow.
"Strangers don't do things like this," you look down.
"That's what society says," he responds, bringing his hand up to your chin, tilting your head up.
"Good point," you nod a little. "After all, the goal is to be different, right?"
"Right," he laughs a little, a hint of genuine happiness coming through. "You know...I came here looking for someone to talk to," he lets out a breath. "And I didn't think I'd be successful until I saw you,"
"I thought you were freaked out by me," you shrug. "Just staring,"
"Sometimes staring is what helps two people alike to communicate," he answers.
"True," you sigh, completely exhausted from all the crying and all the pain.
"If I asked you something, would you say yes?" he suddenly says.
"Depends on what it is," you answer.
"Would you come back with me to Neverland and just...be with me?" he raises an eyebrow hopefully. "Nothing inappropriate...just..."
"Be," you complete for him and his eyes sparkle a little as he nods.
"Yeah," he smiles. "See? You already understand,"
"Can I tell you something?" you say, finally letting out a breath and trying to forget your sorrows.
"Yeah?" he continues to look at you.
"I'd love to come to Neverland with you Michael," you continue as his face lights up subtly.
"To come with you and just...be,"
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SPOILER: YOU GUYS FALL IN LOVE.
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Sorry if it sucked.
I'm just going through a lot.
I'm on the verge of suicide and I can't stop it.
Lots of love.
Isha.
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Also...so, not many people would read this far but if you did then ohmygod *hyperventilates*
This is the first time I've ever strongly expressed an opinion.
Recently, I've become sick and tired of people saying "Oh my God...that girl's so pretty because she's got blue eyes!" but...when it comes to girls like me with brown eyes - we're ugly?
DAFUQ.
I mean..I am ugly.
But I speak for the other BEAUTIFUL brown eyed girls out there.
LOOK.
LISTEN.
DO NOT HATE ME.
NO SHADE TO MICHAEL'S DAUGHTER.
SHE'S BEAUTIFUL.
But I need to explain just how stupid this concept is.
A girl like Anne Hathaway or Deepika Padukone is just as beautiful as Paris or Aishwarya Rai.
Okay?
Just because someone has lighter eyes, doesn't make them more superior. I've been getting messages telling me that if I had lighter eyes - I might be presentable.
D A F U Q.
That is not right.
Stop.
Light eyes or dark eyes - every girl is beautiful.
Damn.
I'm so sick of hearing the comparison everywhere I go.
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