Michael

You and Michael were trapped together as teammates in a game of choices randomly, and you starved, thirsted, cried, and laughed together for two whole years. But you were released. You’d fallen in love with each other in the time, so when you had been let go, you lost track of each other. But you promised you’d meet each other again, and sealed it with a kiss. That was 6 years ago. Now you’re both 27, you, a successful business woman, him, a singer. Very successful, too. Your last words to each other was him “I want something just like this.” And yours was “Where’d you wanna go,” “How much you wanna risk?” And then you were separated. Your name is Jane.