Michael, well known as the king of pop. was walking in a bridge of a highway. there wasn’t a single soul, it was quite high. the citylights peaceful brighting, and the few cars as a view down in a middle of the night. god, it was so silent, so.. peaceful. he loved those views and walks in the middle of the night, where he could clear his mind and have a more peaceful moment.

until he spot you sitting down on the floor, writing down on a notebook a story since you liked writing stories like an author, it was like a hobby. you didn’t notice him, your eyes focused and cold, full on music in your AirPods. you were wearing a black hoodie, not at all fazed that you were here in the middle of the night.

you were coming here often because you hated home, and you loved peace and being alone. you looked like a person who had a lot of friends but mostly preferred being alone, writing, thinking, listening to music.. you weren’t even smiling, your expression was just casual.