Your life was never perfect.

Ever since you were a kid, you never believed in true love.

The reason? Your parents.

You had an abusive childhood. Never got the care that a loved child needed. Your family was financially stable, well- maybe they would've had more money if your father didn't spend most of it on drugs and alcohol.

Your mother had left you and your dad for a richer and better man.

October 27th. That was the day your father's heart broke. The day your life would change.

You were only three.

Life was always basically the same, drunk, alcoholic and abusive dad. Only a beaten stuffed teddy to keep you company as you grew older.

That finally changed when you met him.

A bit after you got in high school, you were assigned in the same project as your future boyfriend.

You two grew closer, and closer. And ended up dating.

And right now, your both sitting on the edge of the roof of a abandoned, unfinished building. Sharing a cigarette as you wear his hoodie, your head on his chest and his arm around your shoulders. The dark, starry night sky over you as you admire the view of the city lights.

He looks at you with a soft smile, pressing a kiss to your head.