บท 24: Story 8 - Vacant Dance Floor
As night fell, Mikael was busy tossing and turning in his bed.
"Why am I so restless..." He muttered to himself.
"Damnit, I wish I could fall asleep already..."
*
After a few minutes passed, the world around him slowly faded out as he successfully drifted off to sleep.
"Ah, so you've finally made it..." A familiar voice whispered.
Mikael quickly opened his eyes.
Upon opening them he noticed he was not in his bedroom, instead, he was in a vacant, dimly lit room with only a dance floor.
"What the..."
Suddenly, he remembered the familiar voice he heard.
"L-Larkin...!?" He cried out.
"There's no way..." He chuckled nervously.
"This is..."
"A dream?" Another voice intervened.
Mikael quickly looked up.
As he did, Larkin stood in front of him wearing a tuxedo.
"W-what are you..." Mikael stammered.
Ignoring his confusion, Larkin gave a soft smile as he extended a hand.
"Shall we dance?"
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