Michael sat down next to blonde, loosening his tie around his throat. He always hated his work attire. He's only 20 there's no needs for suits to wear just yet. Yet, his parents business requires it.
They both didn't speak at first. The humid air drenching Michael in sweat while Luke seemed fine.
"You never told me your name.."
"It's Michael."
"Michael." The boy repeated, the name rolling off his tongue like a prayer.
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Sunset | Muke
FanfictionWhere Michael walks by the same park that over looks a field of flowers every day at exactly 8 p.m. only to see the same blond boy perched on a hill watching the sunset in the distance.
