The city lights twinkled below, glittering tapestry of indifference.

Up here, on the rooftop, only the wind knew the tremor in your voice as you confessed to Conrad. The one you have a crush for years who's always been quiet, mysterious, wrapped in layers of cool detachment.

"I like you..."

After letting those three words, he just simply looks at you. His eyes barely showed emotion as he listened to you.

The wind was cold, but your face was hot as your eyes begin to sting.

A sigh, vast and desolate, escaped him. "Just a friend," he said.

The words felt like a punch.

You watched him as he walked away, leaving you all alone.