He took a deep breath, adjusted his sunglasses and slipped away his laptop. He sighed, and looked upward. The sun was overhead, the sky was soft azure, the clouds were assembled in such a way that it would be pleasing to look at. Another breath slipped away once more. Something was missing.
Sitting atop the roof of his apartment, red pyjamas spotless and clean, hair swaying gently with the breeze, he gave the most slight of smiles. Tattered, blue cloth now in hand, bearing the sign of the heir of breath; Dave looked down once more at it. "You know, John. It was fun while it lasted." A singular tear dropped from behind his sunglasses.
Cool kids don't cry.
