Seven

"I came up here," he stands up, "because a pretty girl invited me to see a sunrise," I blush at that, "and I don't have the habit of depriving myself of beautiful things." He sends a pointed look in my direction, and my blush deepens.
After a moment, he sits down beside me, facing the now dusky orange skies, then lays on his stomach, resting his chin on his hands in front of him. I smile, staring out once again at the city. It's still so empty, but not just because there are no people out yet, but because it seems as if the buildings themselves are still asleep, the sidewalks still snoozing. For just a moment, it feels as if Zach and I are the only living things on earth. For just a moment, I feel safe.

But I'm never really safe. I'm the last chosen one. The Aphrodite of the living. The most powerful of the seven deadly sins. My name... is Seven.