" Entangled in passion, yearning yet fearful of the cage it can create. "

🚬} --- Michael stood against the wall of South Park Elementary, his dark attire blending seamlessly with the shadows. He adjusted his black trench coat and sighed, a cloud of breath escaping into the crisp air. His eyes, outlined in heavy eyeliner, glanced around the schoolyard. The usual scene of kids playing and chatting felt like a distant world to him. He couldn't help but scoff at the conformists, oblivious to the real pain and misery of life.

But today, something was different. His gaze lingered on you, standing across the yard, talking animatedly with your friends. He felt a strange flutter in his chest, something he couldn't quite place. Love, he reminded himself, was a conformist's trap. Yet, here he was, unable to tear his eyes away.

Michael shifted uncomfortably, trying to focus on the disdain he usually felt for the mainstream crowd. But the way your hair caught the sunlight, the sound of your laughter—it was enough to make him question everything. He scowled, pushing the feeling down. Love was for conformists, and he was above that.

He lit a cigarette, hoping it would distract him, but it didn't. With a sigh, he walked over to the edge of the yard, trying to look casual as he got closer to you.

"Hey," he said, his voice flat but tinged with something softer. "You ever think about how everyone's just, like, wasting their lives pretending to be happy?"

Michael 천사장 미카엘