0.4 || m i c h a e l

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Michael strode through the streets around him. Again. For the seventh time.

His music was blaring from his earphones as he stepped one foot in front of the other with his hands dug deep inside the pockets of his ripped jeans.

His black hair was a perfect match with the darkening sky.

Streaks of blue shot across the sky as the clouds became dark and heavy, the day was drawing to an end but at 11:57 pm he didn't appear to care, not when he had drums pulsing in his ears or the soft padding his beaten converses made every time he took a step.

But he also remembered something else that was blue, and these walks always triggered it, day by day he found out something new, something about the girl he would see in his mind, with blue streaks in her cropped platinum blonde hair, he saw her smile and his heart ached, there was a longing for him to caress that need but something told him his fantasies were inevitable.

He didn't remember anything this time, no he already knew she liked spaghetti and video games, he could sense something likeable about this unnamed, unfamiliar yet familiar blue haired girl.

And so he got frustrated.

His hair was caught in his balled fists, his teeth clenched, his mind racing, his heart pulsing.

He turned into an alleyway and sat down on the damp ground, the dim lighting to his left shined down upon something, someone.

Bleached hair faced away from him with a slender figure, and again that familiarity kicked in.

He blinked,
once,
twice,
thrice,

She didn't leave, she just told him something.

"One by one he'll catch you all, please Michael run I don't want to see you fall."

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michael's butts probably wet

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