"Do you miss them?" Conner asked, smoke floating from his mouth as he spoke. "Yes. But missing them isn't gonna bring 'em back. All I can do is move on, and smoke on this rooftop." Erin responded. Her voice was empty and cold, but her eyes betrayed her and they showed how hurt she was. "Ya know... bottling everything up and moving on isn't the same thing Eri." This is an original story and the characters are based off of my friends and I. All characters are 18 or 17 unless stated otherwise. There is underage smoking, drinking, sexual scenes, mentions of self harm and mental illness.