As you lay on the rooftop, enveloped by the cold night air and the distant hum of the city below, you felt a mixture of exhaustion and despair wash over you. Life had been a downward spiral lately, and you found solace only in the solitude of this rooftop sanctuary.

Suddenly, footsteps approached, breaking the silence. You recognized the heavy tread of Scara, the one person who seemed to take pleasure in making your life miserable. He had a knack for finding your weakest points and exploiting them with his sharp tongue.

"What are you doing up here, loser?" Scara's voice cut through the quiet night, dripping with contempt.

You sighed, not bothering to lift your head. "Just trying to get some peace and quiet."

Scara scoffed. "Looks like you're doing a pretty good job of wallowing in self-pity instead."

You clenched your jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response.

But then, unexpectedly, Scara's tone softened. "Why do you always have to be so damn stubborn? Can't you see that people actually care about you?"

You lifted your head slightly, taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor. "What are you talking about?"

Scara hesitated for a moment before sitting down next to you, his usual swagger replaced by an uncharacteristic vulnerability. "I've seen what you've been going through, okay? You may think you're hiding it well, but I'm not blind."

You were speechless, unsure how to respond to this unexpected display of empathy from your sworn enemy.

Scara sighed heavily. "I may be a jerk most of the time, but even I have a conscience. And seeing you like this... I don't know, it just doesn't sit right with me."

You looked at him, truly seeing him for the first time beyond his harsh exterior. Despite his abrasive personality, there was something genuine in his eyes, something that spoke of a shared humanity in the midst of all the animosity.