Nomatter how much he wished to the stars, Neverland just didn’t feel the same anymore. Neverland had been tianted by evil, and was nolonger his sanctuary from the cold world. It was no longer a gift that he could share with his fans.
For the first time, His troubles Did not leave him at the gates; His troubles followed him inside, pulling at him.. crawling all over him like an evil insect. Although the worst of everything was over, he was still left to wonder... was it over?
He was now between a rock and a hardplace. He didn’t want to completely abandon Neverland—he had an attatchment to it. However, he could now dwell there—not anymore. The magic was gone.. and him feeling this way just confirmed that the initial мagιc that lived here was a gift from God. Maybe he had other plans for the future.
Michael’s large hands were balled up in the pockets of his jeans—he relaxed them. He had to let the tension exit out of him.. in the puffs of water-vapor in the air—he sent his troubles out of his system. Maybe he’d let Neverland’s music and lights lull him to sleep once more.. ✨
