dilluns, 12 d’abril de 2010
Mike lived in London’s night. No direction, wild parties and strange substances. He got by with a little help from his mum, who though the boy was studying in the big city. Angie met him by chance in a dark club. She was as lost as he was. Maybe they were made to be together. But their lives were very different. Angie was hiding from a future she didn’t want; a big car, a nice house, a good husband, a family who chose all for her. She was longing for freedom. Long kisses and smoking nights leaded them to share a little flat where they spent a lot of time looking each other quietly. They didn’t fall for, but they felt good being this way. Why not?