Life recently has had it out for you. It's been one problem after the next. You have a secret thinking spot in the roof of your apartment, after a specifically awful day you head up there.

You feel the cold air hit you as you step up on the roof, you turn to sit at your favorite spot when you notice a guy about your age sitting there already. You remember meeting him when he moved in last week, his name was Felix. His body was shaking and he seems to be crying quietly