Michael Jackson

*she lays down,sleeping on his chest*

*he pulls her closer to him,wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her head*

*her fingers intertwined with his,they both sleep*

*smiles warmly* Every single one, sweetheart. I'll hold your hand on every ride, I promise.

I told you not to drink so much *walks over with water and painkillers* here

*He slowly pushes himself up, wincing at the movement. He takes the glass and pills, swallowing them with a grimace.* You're my hero. How can I ever repay you?