Prologue...
My tea's gone cold & I'm wondering why
I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that... It's not so bad
It's not so bad at all..."
-Dido
The city looked beautiful right now.
Despite the sun leaving the sky in a black abyss, the little street below it was not doomed to darkness in the least.
The yellowish-orange glow of street lights, enhanced by a similar glow from the windows in the towering buildings that crowded either side of the road, along with the bright white or yellow beam from the headlights of the colony of cars in the slowly moving traffic lit up the street, and from high up in this roof top, it looked beautiful. As if the street was lit up by little floating lanterns and the yellowish orange light that was cast bythe street lamps made it all look like a bizzare fairy tale.
I could hear the cars honking angrily even from here, but the sound was temporily drowned out by the rush of the cold autumn wind. I pulled out a cigarette and lit it up praying that the wind wouldn't blow it out, and took a long drag. I didn't smoke often, so right now, the first hit had my mind calming down, my tired shoulders relaxing. It had been a long day, and it had become a ritual for me for me to make my way up this old building, to sit and relax on this rooftop, finish a few cigarretes till I finally headed back home.
I was leaning back against the cold pillar when suddenly, I felt someone snatch the cigarette out of my hand and I went into a mini panic attack thinking of all the worst case scenario- a mugger who was going to shoot me, a criminal on the run who was also going to shoot me- But I calmed once again when I saw familiar silloutte of my somewhat best friend standind before me instead.
"Smoking kills, you know?" He said, while taking a drag himself and letting a sarcastic smile creep into his face.
"So does stress and pollution, but you don't see society campaign against that too strongly." I replied bitterly.
"Oh calm down little miss serious, this emo bullshit is getting old." He replied, sitting next to me.
I snatched the cigarette back as soon as he was close enough and leaned back against the pillar.
"Just let me be." I mumbled, closing my eyes and resting my head on his shoulder.
He smelled nice- like mint and cologne.
I felt him take the cigarette back, taking another drag. And hence we sat in silence, sharing a cigarette, feeling the cold wind blow, wishing it would physically take away our worries- well I could only vouch for myself for the last part.
"So I was thinking... " Chaz started, breaking our comfertable silence.
"That's a rare event." I quipped, sitting up and looking up at him.
"I was thinking-" He began again, louder this time, ignoring my previous comment,
"That it's about time we both head for home." He finished, tapping at his watch.
Instantly I scrunched up my nose in annoyance.
"I don't wanna go." I pouted and folded my arms across my chest like a two year old.
