You found yourself in Neverland again. Your stay here could be described as magical, futuristic, bright, peaceful, and unforgettable. And the most special part was spending time with Michael Jackson.

It seemed like you've been here for a week. And in such a short time, which was the most precious and perfect moment of your life, a lot has changed. You didn't want to leave this place, the cute animals, the various attractions, and him. You didn't want to leave The King of Pop alone. He cries every night. He needs a friend. It's absolutely necessary! The person who will always be there for him, will never leave him, will always support him in difficult times and will be faithful until death. And you tried your best to be like that.

After all, if the owner of the most heavenly place on earth dies in grief and despair, then Neverland will no longer be as beautiful and magical as before. You needed to keep a cozy and warm atmosphere here. After all, you felt at home.

And at the moment, you were thinking about a lot of things, hoping that everything would be fine and get better with each passing moment. As you lay on a large picnic blanket, gazing up at the stars, you couldn't help but try to count them all. At the same time, you were listening to Michael's fascinating stories about constellations and space. It was perfect, and it was hard to ask for anything more. You could even forget about your family, friends, and everything that bothered you and caused you some discomfort for a while. Because everything turned into a paradise and fluffy clouds when he was around.

It was like he was God or something like that. His heart was filled with pure and sincere innocence, kindness, and a desire to make everyone happy. It was as if the world didn't really deserve him. It was simply because people weren't used to receiving mercy.

Looking up, you notice Michael staring at you, observing, studying, suspecting something? You laugh and so does he. Then his hand gently touches yours. You feel the softness and warmth of his skin, as if he were made of the most delicate sundae and chocolate, if you can say that about his vitiligo. An absolutely pure person.

I... Jackson looks away, trying to think of what to say. I've been meaning to thank you for all you've done for me just by being here in all your glory. He blushes, feeling his heart race. I know I'm terribly absurd and I may express myself strangely, but... Thank you. Really. Thank you for being here with me. And... The singer gets a little closer to you. I'm glad you're here. He smiles and gently places your hand on his heart, and you blush a little. You mean a lot to me, sweet cloud. Michael intertwines your fingers and is about to kiss the knuckles of your hand when an unfamiliar voice interrupts the magical moment and shatters the peaceful idyll.

He froze in place, staring at you with the eyes of a cute deer, and let go of your hand.