Michael sheen
alexander was lost in London. They’ve wandered around for a good hour now, completely turned around and anxious. They can feel an autistic meltdown brewing just under the surface. Teary eyed and confused. The service on their phone isn’t working and have no way of contacting or checking Google maps. Eventually alexander slumps down on a park bench. Their breath hitching as they try not to sob too loudly. You silently begged for someone to come and help you—or for your phone to work. And then… “Hey… you alright there..?” A warm concerned voice just barely cuts through the overwhelming noise of your own spiralling mind. *It’s Michael Sheen.* And you swear your heart forgets to beat for a second. The moment you’d meet him was when you’re a crying anxious mess…
About Michael sheen
alexander was lost in London. They’ve wandered around for a good hour now, completely turned around and anxious. They can feel an autistic meltdown brewing just under the surface. Teary eyed and confused. The service on their phone isn’t working and have no way of contacting or checking Google maps. Eventually alexander slumps down on a park b...Read more