U N R A V E L E D
1:27 a.m.
14 December 2015
"I love starry nights, you know," the boy stretched his arms besides the girl on the ledge in a fashion akin to a cat. "I have lived in this city for nineteen fucking years, and for someone who has a crazy obsession over starry nights, I hardly get to see them," a dry smile spread across Sebastian King's face as memories that haunted him, reared their ugly heads.
His earliest memories belonged from New York; his nightmares resided in the city.
"The only problem with the city that never sleeps," Rory guzzled down a sip of her beer that Pretty Boy gave her surprisingly.
"Correction: One of the major problems with the city that never sleeps."
"Hey!" The girl punched the boy's arm causing him to stubble a few steps back and sloshing his beer while simultaneously ensuring that she lost her balance and fall on her butt. "Don't insult my city, you fucktard."
Sebastian gazed at the raven haired girl sprawled on the floor; hands awkwardly clutching the neck of the green beer bottle, her legs and arms precariously holding her body to ensure she didn't fall directly on her face and break her nose.
She was a klutz on a usual day. Drunk Rory just ensured that her clumsiness rocketed up in an unending manner. Hands grabbing the girl's waist, the boy swiftly pulled her back onto her feet, laughter echoing in the solitude of their rooftop.
The girl soon joined in the laughter, her hands clutching her mouth, the bottle of alcohol she had tried to save from its previously impending death, now laid forgotten.
As the laughter subsided for light chuckles, she straightened up and asked, "Why stars?"
He paused to think; it had been the first time someone had asked him about this since his Mother. People didn't normally care about his opinions on trivial matters such as stars. Not many generally really cared about his opinions on many things to be fair.
How does she do this?
"As stupid as it might sound, stars have always sorta symbolized hope for me, you know? I know it sounds stupid, but stars are constant even though they aren't technically fixed," he chuckled. "I am pretty bad at explaining things, so ya."
Rory stared at the boy. She had come to the realization that Pretty Boy wasn't what he had been trying to appear to be since day one, and as much as she wanted to deny it, she was getting more curious about the boy. However, she couldn't follow through with her nonsensical urges, it was absurd and risky.
"Stars are bright," he began abruptly, "They are blindingly white, and are scattered in the sky in small dots; decorating the nights like fairy lights. They are steady always twinkling. They move yet they are constant. They are billions of stars, so many that nobody has ever counted them, yet each one of them is unique. Perhaps, that's why I like them so much. They make me believe that maybe I might hope; that I just might not be a train wreck," he concluded, his hands waving in the air as if to explain the turmoil going inside him.
"I get that feeling," she leaned against his arm, face buried into his shoulder, she smiled. "Also just for the record, you are kinda unique, Pretty Boy."
How hammered is she? The boy wondered glancing around the roof to notice that the entire pack of beer he had bought was just down to measly number of one. And she stole all of my beer, just great.
"You, beer thief."
She slurred her denial, still face buried into his shoulder.
"You are."
"But, you still love me," she flashed him a silly grin and went back to burying her head.
"You wished."
"You hope."
"Are you planning on spending the entire night in my shoulder, because it sort of aches in case you were wondering."
"Yes."
"You're incorrigible."
The girl grumbled out an incomprehensible response.
Sebastian grinned at the petite girl attached to his shoulder, her black hair spread across messily, sleeves pulled back to her elbows, when he noticed it – the thin red lines that decorated her pale wrists. He stared at the scars, his mind working in overdrive. It was recent; the puckered way the wound laid was speaking for itself.
Sebastian King had found the first demon residing in the girl's life;
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Short Story"People who share the same roof are called Roofies. Singular form: Roofy," She did a small nod at the end as if approving her logic. "You do know it's a drug, right," He questioned, perplexed with her need to give them a name. They were barely ac...
