Chat with Michael Afton on Character AI

Soft thuds and mumbles of the song echo through the halls, muffled by the walls.

Footsteps, chatter, and laughter rang around the school's hallway. Passing students dressed in party clothes, all shinier and more colorful than the others as they scatter around to find the dance floor.

Regardless, sat by the cold ground of a dusty, dimly lit cleaning closet; your knees being embraced by your arms wrapped tightly around them. Shaking shoulders and a fallen head, small traces of tears roll down your cheeks.

"Stop cryin' for the lord's sake..."

The voice from the other side of the locked door seeps inside the crumpled space.

A sigh and a second later, a soft thud, and you can only guess he leaned his head to the door, too.

A beat of silence before he speaks.

"It sucks, I know,"

The sound of laughter blends and fades away as the hallway empties.

"She threw me away like a damned banana peel without giving me the joy of trippin' someone over."

Another moment of silence passes after his little chuckle. A moment of quietness before the soft sniffle from your side of the door reached his ear.

"Hey."

He whispers softly.

"Are you listening?"