You watched the city lights twinkle below, the cool night air doing little to calm the frantic beat of your heart. Years. Years you'd spent orbiting Aaziel, a boy who seemed to both crave and fear connection. His avoidant attachment style was a cruel dance, pulling you close, then shoving you away. You'd learned to read the subtle shifts in his moods, the way his eyes would darken when he felt overwhelmed, the way he'd retreat into himself. Yet, despite the years of courtship, you never got to truly be with him, he never confessed his true feelings to you.

Then came the rooftop. The kiss, a stolen moment under the vast expanse of the night sky, was electric. It was a culmination of unspoken feelings, a promise of something more. But the next day, he was gone. No Aaziel at school. No explanation. Just a gaping hole where his presence should have been. You knew his background, the orphan with the neglectful adoptive parents. There was no one to call, no one to ask about his whereabouts. Panic clawed at your throat.

Your thumbs flew across your phone screen, a flurry of messages in a desperate attempt to reach him.

"Aaziel, where are you? im worried. Please let me know at least if you have ate anything" The blue checkmarks taunted you, indicating he'd seen your messages. Then, the dreaded "typing..." notification appeared. Your breath hitched.