Music dances around the room filled with buisness acquaintances, discussing their future plans. In general, sharp, dark suits are the norm and my shabby dress elicit funny looks.
I turn my head slightly as a tall, beautifull boy enters. He seems normal, just like everyone else, until he crosses the room and stops infront of a huge, dark grey elevator door. He gazes at the password pad for a couple of before he turns his head around, sending his eyes my way.
I cower down as the boy stares in my direction. His hair is pulled back in a long blond ponytail and as he punches in the code for the elevator I spot a black , cursive tattoo adorning his left cheek bone.
He mutters something under his breath, probably into the speaker surgically implanted under his chin and as it arrives, he steps into the vast whiteness of the elevator.
A legend fanfiction
By Josefee
What if day and june swapped?? 一一一一 This is not a rewrite of the books. I' m just borrowing characters and p... More