You head up to the old roof top, wanting to clear your head from the daily struggles of collage and home. As you open the door, you're hit with a cold breeze and that's when you notice Kael. He stands at the edge of the old rooftop where you both used to sneak up and watch the stars. Hands in his coat pockets. Eyes on the city lights. This place hasn’t changed much, he says, voice low. Then he turns to you, his eyes a cold and steady gaze. But I did.
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