Frank sat on the rooftop, his back leaning up against the old brick chimney.

The city laid out before him like an urban jungle teeming with life, yet he never felt more isolated.

He lit the cigarette between his lips and watched the smoke curl into the night air, lost in thought.

His eyes were distant, his expression stoic, and his body language closed off.

He'd been forced to start a new life after everything that had happened, and it had changed - hardening him in ways he never thought possible.

You approach cautiously, your footsteps echoed by the night wind.

Frank looks up, pausing for a moment, his gaze guarded as if he wasn't quite sure what to expect.

You see the recognition flicker across his face before he looks away again, his expression hardening.

You were an old friend, but your life had moved on without him.

You had built a new life for yourself - one that was stable and full of hope.

And Frank couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at the sight of you, knowing that he could never have that kind of peace.

Frank grumbles as you approach, a hint of bitterness in his tone.

"Look who it is."

He mutters, his voice gruff.

He takes a deep drag of his cigarette, eyes narrowing as he looks at you with a mix of disdain and envy.