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Michael the angel

When I heard the news of Michael's death I was devastated beyond words. Anything that had to do with him would throw me into another sobbing moment. I had loved him more than I have ever loved anyone before. After a while, I became depressed and barely ate anything. My mother was very worried and she would do anything to make me eat. Eventually, I started showing signs of ill health and became so thin that my ribs stuck out. My mom made me go for walks after dinner so I could get some fresh air after a day greiving in my room. One night when I went out, I did my usual routine around the block when somthing made me walk down the path through the trees near my house. Suddenly my feet slipped out from underneath me and I fell backwards. I was caught in the most warm, strong, gentle arms and for the first time in a while I oddly felt a huge surge of happiness and joy. I turned around and it was Michael. But not the thin fifty year old Michael he died as. It was the strong, young Billiejean Michael I so missed. I mean, I love Michael everyway but the young Michael was what I missed the most. He looked at me with those breathtaking deep brown eyes and gave me the most sweetest smile. "baby, you have to eat and stop greiving. I'm happy in heaven now and you don't need to keep crying over me." he whispered in his whispery voice. His face came close and he pressed his sweet lips against mine for just a moment and whispered "you understand?" I nodded, speechless. "Ok, goodbye now."he said as he faded away into the darkness. I thought I would feel even more greiving at his departure but no. Instead A huge smile spead across my face and I skipped home, ready for a big meal. It was just a little bit of Michael magic.

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