Good old American murder

Interlude

It was a calm evening, and Basil was walking towards the office, where he had been summoned. His limbs carried him with a grace that was peculiar to ballerinas. He watched the scenery around him, believing himself to be nothing but a spectator. Unable to affect or be affected.

To his right was a boy, blond hair without a trace of yellow, his hair long and his curls dancing with the wind. A book in his hands, greek. And Basil would think him obnoxious and elitist, they way most of the students were there, obsessed with aesthetics.

But he wasn't proudly displaying the cover, or fussing over the meaning of something that hundreds of years ago might've been a mistake, or a joke. He was simply reading, his hand occasionally venturing out to touch a leaf, or caress a flower.

Basil had the silliest thought, that if the wind moved just so, a page would flicker, his hair would dance along with it, and he might look up. As if obeying his command, a gift from the gods above maybe, for they were too, infatuated with the two boys, the wind came, and a page flickered, hair danced and the boy looked up, not at his direction. Basil smiled, seemingly pleased with the whole thing before he walked away. Unaware of the many more gifts to come, and their repercussions

I came back to the draft of this story and found it kind of cringey and not at all like my current writing style, I'm still excited because I finally got motivation to work on the story and hopefully my writing doesn't suck now !! 

Btw hope whoever's reading this is having a good week