The Other Side

Prologue

I awoke to the sound of rain. Not surprising; these days, it was always raining. I felt someone's breath on the back of my neck and twisted around to see an unfamiliar face asleep next to me on the bed. I untangled myself from his arms, careful not to wake him. Once standing, I looked down at my naked body, assessing the damage from the previous night. There were a couple of hickeys around my collar bone and some bite marks on my thighs, but other than that, nothing else to give away my nighttime activities. I grabbed my clothes from the floor, rushing to get out before he woke up. A messy reflection stared at me from the window. My tangled mass of white hair stuck out in all directions. Bloodshot eyes, complimented by dark bags. I didn't feel much better than I looked, hips protesting with every move, stomach aching, and my lips felt like they'd been rubbed raw. Seems like I had a good time last night, at least. Good enough for me.

Looking past my reflection, I saw a dark sky looming outside the window. The heavy-locked clouds letting only the smallest rays of moonlight through. A glance at my phone confirmed that it was early morning, 4:30 am. Good, I could probably sneak back before my roommate woke up. My usual plan was to steal as much as I could without being noticed. In this case, my urgency to get out before he woke up was greater than that of my desire to steal. Besides, contrary to how he had looked last night, this guy's room was hardly ornate. I let out a small sigh. Striking out again.

Slipping my boots on, I took one last look at his face. He was cute, sure, with brown hair and tanned skin, but I didn't have time to fully register that. I was pretty sure his name started with an L but it didn't come to mind. I grabbed my keys from where they laid on the floor and made my way towards the window. From my greatly fragmented memories of last night, I remembered that he lived in an apartment, and I opted for a route that wouldn't risk me running into anyone else. I turned the latch on the window, wincing a little as the cold rain splashed on my face, and climbed out onto the slippery roof. Luckily, his room was only on the second floor, so the climb down wasn't very difficult or long. I took another quick look at the window I'd just come from, before jogging away into the dark streets of the city.