ARIA'S POV
I know I said I felt he was here, but the truth is I don't feel him anymore.
Or maybe he's not and my mind is only playing games on me? Yes, that's right.
We took the next available taxi to Michael's awful neighborhood. I'm relieved that his house doesn't smell like the rest of the environment does.
As we got in, Michael offered me a glass of chilled water, noticing that I looked a bit parched. I accepted gratefully, taking a large gulp. After all that I inhaled, I needed to flush it down. A part of me wanted to mention how awful and badly the neighborhood smelled without making him feel bad about his living condition.
He smiled at me, "I've never met any of your family? Are they out of the country or sums?"
I slowly handed the glass back to him, whilst cracking my voice.
