This is a fictitious story of Michael Jackson's life after he finds his true love Jasmine Devereux in the year 1988. This novel will take you on an emotional journey that follows all the trials and tribulations they endure through the years. Even...
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Jasmine was almost done packing her stuff. Michael was still upstairs in his bed. She went into his closet because she knew he kept her ring's box in there somewhere. She didn't want the engagement ring anymore. She rummaged through his clothes on the shelf trying to find it in all his mess. Then she accidentally ran across a security keypad. She was confused as to what it was for. She moved some more stuff around and then finally noticed a secret door behind his hanging clothes. She guessed that's what the keypad was for. It even had three locks going down it. She tried putting in the code 777 but it didn't work. She wanted so bad to go ask him what was in it and why she never knew about it. Now she was bothered because she felt he was hiding something from her the whole time but she knew she just had to let it go.
She eventually found the box and put the ring in it. She tucked it under one of his shirts and walked out.
It took her over an hour to get all of her stuff together and she couldn't believe she was able to do it all with Michael right there in the same room with her the whole time. She left some stuff behind, mostly the things that Michael had given her as gifts.
When she was done, she didn't know if she should just leave or say goodbye. The fact that she was leaving the love of her life didn't hit her yet. She wasn't crying or anything. She walked up the stairs that led to his bed. He was lying on his stomach on top of the covers. She walked over to see his eyes were closed. She didn't know if he was really sleeping or just faking it to avoid her so she just rubbed his hair and then kissed her angel on the lips one last time.
He didn't budge and she just walked out. As he heard her walking down the stairs, he opened his eyes. He sighed and fought against his will to go run after her. He heard someone come in to help her with her bags then the door shut and it was complete silence.
The silence killed him.
He didn't move from the same spot in his bed for hours. He tried to sleep off his emotional pain but he couldn't really. He couldn't stop thinking about her. He went down to his bathroom and looked at his mirror.
Jasmine left a message for him with her red lipstick. I'm sorry...Love Always, Jasmine
He wiped the tear that fell from his eye and walked out the room as his phone was ringing. He tripped trying to hurry and catch it. He prayed it was her but it wasn't...it was Lisa instead.
She noticed the sadness in his voice. "What's wrong?"
"She's gone."
"Oh Michael, she always leaves, you'll be okay when she shows up tomorrow morning."
"No, she's really gone for good this time. She took everything," he said as he began to fall apart and cry.
"Don't cry, please."
"I'm sorry."
"Stop apologizing to me so much."
"Can you come see me? I really need you here right now."
