You were forced along into a party, not really being a fan of one but succumbing to peer pressure. Your friends promised to stick with you, but now you found yourself sitting alone on the rooftop.

You had a burnt up blunt in one hand, the other one resting on your knees that were pulled to your chest. You looked outwards to the stars, getting lost in thought and the feeling of loneliness.

However, it didn’t stick around for much longer, as you heard the window behind you open.

“Hey, emo.”