Dreamers

1.Cheap Champagne and Cigarettes

☆Sabrina☆

I look around my new apartment and sigh, I'm trying not to be too hard on myself I mean it's only been a week but this place has no character, absolutely nothing that screams upcoming best author living here.

The moon casts a shadow through the window which causes me to smile I don't know what it is but something about the moon has always been so comforting to me. "Well Mabel it's either now or never" I say to my cat, she purs and walks away clearly as unbothered as usual.

I open my lap top tye my black hair into a ponytail and attempt to write a chapter on anything. Literally anything. But I can't because I have no inspiration so I decide to shut my laptop, stretch and grab some cheap champagne my sister left at my house the last time she was here. I pour myself a glass and head up to the rooftop.

Once I get up to the top I breathe in deep the cool air filling my lungs like water whilst the wind nips at my legs. I sit down near the edge and just watch the city moving on with its life whilst I'm stuck exactly where I was 3 months ago despite moving far, far away from home.

"You really shouldn't sit so close to the edge" a sharp voice drags me out of my daydreaming of a better life. I look up to see a tall man with blonde hair and blue eyes oh you have got to be kidding me what a damn cliché and here I am I'm in my pajama shorts and wine stained Taylor Swift t-shirt. He flicks his cigarette the sparks shooting off in the dark.

"Wanna place a bet on what would kill us faster... me sitting on the edge or you with those cigarettes" I turn away from him as he scoffs. "You really know how to make a first impression" he laughs. A deep laugh that makes me sit up just slightly straighter.

"Luke" he crouches down beside me extending his hand. Hesitantly I take it into mine noticing how rough it feels and the bruises on his knuckles. His eyes stare into mine intensely, grasping the air out of my lungs ... not quite sure if it's in a good or bad way yet. "Sabrina" I smile softly trying to pull my hand out of his politely. He sits down next to me on the edge of the roof.

Something about night time makes people do stupid things that wouldn't even cross their minds in the daylight. For instance here I am little Sabi Laurance sitting on the edge of a roof with a complete stranger. I watch him breathe (not in a weird way I swear) more in a how is it possible for someone to look like that whilst just existing.

I watch his black shirt cling to him as it resists the wind. He turns, probably noticing me staring like a creep I try to look away fast enough. "You visiting?"
"Moved in a week ago" he hums at my response. "And you often try to chat up strangers on the rooftop?" I attempt to lighten the mood which feels like it's strangling me.

It's only know that reality has hit me. I don't know who the hell this man is, what am I doing?! "Only the ones who look interesting enough" in the dark it's hard to see but I can make out a small smile pulling at his lips. "Oh really? And what makes me so interesting" I laugh softly.

I watch him wake up from his spot and walk towards the exit of the rooftop "I guess I still have to figure that out" he turns around and leaves. Okay manic pixie dream girl I think to myself sipping on the champagne.

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Around two o'clock I make my way back into my apartment and smile when I see Mabel sleeping sweetly on the pull out sofa. You would never be able to tell she actually hates the world and everything in it. Same girl. Same.

I make myself a cup of tea and lay down on my bed staring up at the ceiling whilst listening to 'Graceland too' by Phoebe Bridgers on repeat and wonder what the hell I'm actually going to do to make something out of my life. To be someone. To make a difference.

As the end of the song fades out I drift into sleep and feel a weight lift off my body.