The Dare

Chapter 26

4 years later

As I sit on the top of my apartment complex, looking down from 15 stories above the streets of New York, i look down at the people walking on the sidewalks like ants. It's crazy to me to think that every single person that drives or walks by, all have their own problems and their own lives. With their own situations that they have to deal with. I look down at the traffic below that's constantly there 24/7.

New York is beautiful but busy, I love walking through the streets and admiring the tall buildings feeling so small. I love getting coffee with my friends on a bright chilly morning in the winter and walking in the warm breezy weather in summer.

I'm training to be a nurse in ASA college, and I'm loving it. Today was a very stressful day and that's the reason why I'm up here. I like being up here being alone looking down, at the dark streets with the traffic moving slowly through.
But I met people just like me in my course and I feel like I fit right in for once.
I also have a fun roommate Emma, she a real social butterfly and goes out a lot. Sometimes I'll go with her but I much prefer staying in a chilling watching tv or reading, exciting I know.

Ellie and I meet up every month and she hasn't changed a bit. She's still the exact same as four years.
After I changed schools, I didn't see her for months. All I could do was face-time her, but now that we're out of school and we can drive, we meet up a lot more often. Sometimes she'd stay for the weekend, which I loved. It reminded me back four years ago. When we saw each other every day at school, we'd go to each other's houses and play video games, and do each other's makeup.

I still think about Chris all the time, I pray everyday that he's getting stronger healthier.  I miss visiting him like when I did every Wednesday, I missed it more when I visited him with Noah. I miss the way his face lights up when you walk in the room, I miss his hugs, and his humour.
My mind goes back to Noah again. I still think of him everyday. I think of his smile and laugh, I think of how I loved him more than anything else in the world. I truly hoped the pain of losing him would go away by now, but as the years goes by, our memories are the only thing that lingers in my mind.

With my two legs spread out of front of me, I lean my head and close my eyes to take in the fresh air. I open my eyes and stare at the moon shining so brightly.

I like the way it wasn't cold but wasn't warm. I like the way the traffic isn't as hectic to the other days where all you can hear is beeping.
I like tonight
Hold on let me rephrase that.
I liked tonight. 
I start to hear fast pacing steps coming up the stairwell. The door slams open loudly and slams shut again. I don't even bother turning around. Whoever it is more than likely won't even notice me back here sitting on the ledge to the left of the door.
I close my eyes and sigh. Whoever this is, it sounds like they're on the verge of a breakdown.
I finally turn my head to see who is on the rooftop with me. Theres a man leaning on the rail looking down at the streets with his back towards me. As I look at him from the other side of the rooftop, I can just about make out from the little bit of light from the moon that he's holding his head in his hands, his broad shoulders creating a strong contrast. He's definitely tall.
I want to break the silence to let him know that he has company. I want to clear my throat or say something but he spins around and picks up a plant pot beside him and smash's it on the ground. Then another.
I flinch as the pieces were sent flying at all place of the rooftop.
It seems like this anger from him isn't leaving but he doesn't move. He just stares down at it, breathing heavily. Before bringing his hands to his face and spins back to the railing.
He's still unaware that he has an audience. I want to slip away and let him be but I also want to stay.
I watch how he shakes his head every few seconds and rubs his face.

I watch him for a while. He hasn't moved. He takes a deep breathe and stands up getting ready to leave. He leans his head back and looks up at the sky and doesn't move like he has all the time in the world. And i just watch him, I watch him from a far as he stares at the stars above us.
He takes a long exhale and starts to turn back towards the door. He notices me on the ledge. He stops walking the second our eyes meet.
He's about ten feet away, but there's not enough light from the stars that I can make out what he looks like.

I see him start to walk closer to me.
As he walks closer I slowly make out who it is.

"Y/n?"