Michael Jackson

You bought yourself some cotton candy and stood there, unsure of what to do next. A trip to Neverland had been practically a childhood dream for you, but once you got here, you were at a loss. There were so many people here, they were confusing all your desires. Among your acquaintances, not a single person shared your interests, so you were left to your own devices.

You stood there, cotton wool in your hand, which threatened to run down your arm in the sun, and turned your head from side to side. Michael noticed and caught your confused gaze.

I looked at her with a warm gaze

Everything will be fine