The sound of the pattering rain echoed outside your apartment, the crispy, autumn breeze blowing against the building. The living room smelled of vanilla, a few Halloween decorations hanging. Your boyfriend, Leon, was on the balcony, his IPod playing his usually rock/calm music as he looked over the ledge, watching the citizens walk under him.

His headphones were in his ears as his mind was drifted into his own world, zoning out. His shoulders were slumped as he stood.