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So Lovely(PART17) by Candice

Day #3 in Michael's house:
        The clouds have gone and it was a bright sunny morning. "Good morning" I 
greeted Michael with so much enthusiasm this actually surprised him. "Anything 
new today? You seem extra kind" He laughed. I was smirking around and telling him 
I was happy about the weather. Michael decided that we eat breakfast outside in the 
garden to get some fresh air. Just as we were about to go to the gazebo to eat, 
Heaton was calling Michael, shouting his name as if someone had just gotten into an 
accident. "Mr. Jackson! I need a word with you. It's urgent!" He said. He was waving 
his hand. Michael was startled. He let go of my hand and without even saying a 
word, he went hurriedly to where Heaton was. I was quite disappointed. WHAT WAS 
IT??? I thought as I made my way on my own to the gazebo. I sat down and I was 
watching Michael from afar. He was listening intently to Heaton and he looked very 
worried. I decided to approach him but he was already going towards my direction 
when I stood up from the chair I was seated on. "I need to go somewhere. I don't 
know what time I'll be back. I need you to follow Heaton and he'll arrange a 
transportation for you now." He said. "Wait what? Where am I going? What's 
happening?" I asked as I held his hand. His hands were cold and he seemed in great 
panic. "Now is not the time to explain. I'm in a hurry, I hope you understand. I'll call 
you some time, okay?" He said, he was forcing out a smile. I was about to lean in 
and kiss him, he walked away and called Heaton. OUCH.

I made my way to Michael's room. I changed into my clothes and prepared my bag. 
What was happening? It was just the third day of my stay and things were getting 
ugly. I tried asking Heaton but he kept on saying he wasn't allowed to tell me. "What 
the fucking hell is happening? You guys are making me really worried" I said as he 
lead me to the car. I wanted to bid Michael goodbye but he was already nowhere to 
be found. I was getting teary eyed and on the way home the tears were flowing 
down endlessly. Why didn't he seem to trust me? After what we've been through, 
why can't he just tell me the truth of everything that's happened?

I was dragging my feet up the stairs and upon arriving at my pad, I threw my bags 
on the floor and went straight to bed. I was crying so hard. It was painful and at 
that point I was clueless. I've never seen him that worried and it was such a 
disturbing sight, seeing him rush and worry so much. I listened to my ipod and 
continued to think.  What the hell was happening?

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FAST FORWARD: 3 months

It was supposed to be five days but my stay was cut into 2 nights and 3 days. I was 
still wondering why. Michael never called me. He never sent me letters and up to 
this moment he didn't seem to care. I never really understood what happened that 
day. I was even more confused at the status of my relationship with Michael. It 
seemed like a one night stand, but at the same time it seemed like true love. I was 
still battling with my feelings. There was just so much going on between us and 
then BOOM! it ended just like that. No explanations, no closure whatsoever. It's hard 
for me to accept it. I've been wanting to visit him but I was too scared and I didn't 
know what to say to him if he asked me why I was at his doorstep. Clearly, the 
question now is, WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT LOVE HE ONCE PROFESSED FOR ME? I 
wanted to find out but three long months is just too much. If he did love me, he'd 
call me or pay me a visit right? I cried day and night and for each tear i shed, I kept 
on wondering what and why.

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