Multipleeras Stories

ꜱᴛᴇᴘʜᴀɴɪᴇ'ꜱ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ʀᴀɴ ᴄᴏʟᴅ, turning her body pale, not because of her past or her decisions, but because she was seeing herself in the man who was lying in front of her. Michael Jackson's life could have been way different than what it turned out to be if it wasn't for a certain group of people, and definitely different if it wasn't for her. The pain never stopped; the heartaches never ceased, but if there's one thing he was willing to fight everything for, it was knowing he wasn't alone. The vitiligo, the press, the public scrutiny; none of that would matter in the long run, if it weren't for the things they would become. They both held each other in a very dear spot in their hearts, not knowing what to name that spot or trying their hardest not to. No matter how much they tried to fix whatever was bound to happen, the ending would not change. This is the story of two souls, and how they lived while they had the time. The story inevitably signed off and sealed, unchanged by the universe- all they can do, my dear readers, is try.