Marcel stood, his hands firmly gripping the rails of the balcony as he watched the huge city in front of him roar with life. It was only 10am but the streets were filled with cars and people, like always. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, soon being followed by a soft message alert. His right hand relaxed against the cool metal before he slid it down his right pant pocket and pulled out his phone. "Y/N?" He asked himself, "I thought she/he wasn't home until Friday night." Marcel smiled and opened the text message.
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