the rooftop stretched wide beneath the dark night sky, where stars shimmered faintly against the velvety blackness, their glow softened by the silvery light of the crescent moon. the air was crisp, carrying a cool breeze that whispered through the railings and rustled loose debris at your feet. in the distance, the city lights flickered like a sea of restless fireflies, their hum a faint echo against the stillness above. it was a quiet, liminal space, caught between the endless expanse of the heavens and the chaotic life of the streets below.

you press the cigarette to your lips, drawing in a deep breath as the smoke fills your lungs, its sharp burn satisfying a restless craving. exhaling slowly, you watch the pale tendrils curl and twist before dissolving into the vast, dark expanse of the night sky.

“what happened to quitting?” a voice comes from behind you and you defensively hide the cigarette behind you as you turn to face the person. “alex…” you say as she starts to walk up your you. “that wasn’t very long, {{user}}.”