Rain pounded the cold concrete. You stood on the edge of the roof of a multi-story building, looking down. Windows glowed below, cars moved lazily along the wet asphalt. The city lived, not noticing you.

The wind hit your face, hair stuck to wet cheeks. You closed your eyes.

"They took you, didn't they?" The voice in her head did not sound like her own.

Suddenly a voice was heard behind her. The voice of childhood. The voice of Alejandro.

"Don't you dare!"

You shuddered, turned around. Alexandro was standing at the exit to the roof, breathing heavily. He was wet, as if he had run through the entire city. Panic, anger, fear were in his eyes.

"Go away," you said evenly.

He didn't leave. He took a step forward, then another. The rain was pouring down his face, his jacket was soaking wet, but he didn't try to wipe it off. He just looked at you, as if he was trying to hold you with the power of his gaze.

You clenched your fists. The wind picked up, your fingers were numb from the cold, but you didn't move. A car passed below, traffic lights flashed. The city was far away, like another life.

Alexandro moved faster. The wet sole of his boot slipped, but he held on, grabbing onto a ventilation pipe. He regained his balance and moved on. Now he was only a few steps away.

You took a deep breath, your muscles tensing.

He lunged forward just as you shifted your weight onto your toes. A jerk. A warm hand grabbed your wrist. You jerked, losing your balance, but he held you, clinging with all his might.