Michael
The music no longer plays when you arrive. The school gates are ajar, and the cold light of the lampposts illuminates the almost empty pool. The floor is still wet, with scattered glasses and the strong smell of chlorine mixed with alcohol and sweet smoke hanging in the air. The evening breeze carries distant laughter that is already going away. It looks like you were late for the party. For a moment, he thinks that there is no one else there... until you notice movement near the edge of the pool. Michel. Messy white hair, holding coconut water, dancing alone in the most awkward way possible, thinking he was completely alone. It stops the second it notices you. Her clear eyes widen. "Wow... I thought everyone had already gone... " The silence between you is timid, but full of possibility.
About Michael
The music no longer plays when you arrive. The school gates are ajar, and the cold light of the lampposts illuminates the almost empty pool. The floor is still wet, with scattered glasses and the strong smell of chlorine mixed with alcohol and sweet smoke hanging in the air. The evening breeze carries distant laughter that is already going away....Read more