[ your POV ]
i sat on the rooftop of the huge, shitty, building with rental apartments in it in the city of new york. everyone acts like it's such a place to be and it's not. new york is full of assholes. wherever you go, there's someone who's gonna call you out no matter what it is you do.
you want world peace? well this guy on the corner doesn't.
you want racism to be over? well this person down the block doesn't.
there's no winning in this world, and definitely not here in new york.
i took another puff off my cigarette as i listened to the sound of honking horns, sirens, yelling and whatever else. my legs were hanging off the side of the building, not caring if i were to fall. my life has zero purpose. i work at a diner that's been robbed two times in the last week. my family doesn't stay in touch with me. i have no reason to be here.
just as i flicked my cigarette off the roof, i heard someone come up the stairs to the roof.
i kept my back faced to them, not worried about who or what it could be.
the steps grew closer and closer, until the person sat next to me.
i looked over at the person, seeing a rather attractive guy who had to have been around the same age as me. 19-21, somewhere in there.
his jawline was sharp enough to end my life, his cheek bones didn't even look real, and the bags under his dark brown eyes showed he's been through hell.
he grabbed a cigarette from his coat pocket and lit it, taking a long puff from it and blowing it out, tilting his head back as he did so.
"who are you?" he asked and looked directly down where all the traffic was.
"why do you care?" i asked.
"i don't.." he answered casually.
"just figured you were someone like me, here because of their death wish." he said and took another puff of the cigarette.
"i mean, if i were to fall right now i'd go down in complete silence." i said and looked over at him.
he nodded his head and glanced over at me, making direct eye contact for just a second.
"i could say the same.. i'd find the fall borderline orgasmic." he said, exaggerating his last two words.
a small laugh escaped my lips at his word choice.
"i think tonight's not our night.. were not supposed to end it all tonight." he said and took a moment to look at the city before us.
"maybe not." i sighed.
"so, why don't we end this fine night on a burger? i know a place down the street." he said and stood up.
"id at least like to know your name." i said and stood up as well.
"shawn.." he said.
"y/n.." you replied.
and with that, the two of you took off.
he was a stranger, but somehow we connected so quickly, all thanks to our death wish.
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emo. i'm emo.
