Marcelle sits on the ledge of the roof of her apartment, drinking, smoking and staring down at the city, thinking about the past.

She felt empty without you, but she knew that you had better things to do, had a lot more friends than she did, but that's alright.

'... She'd have a boring life if she just hang around with me all the time...' Marcelle thought to herself, finishing her third can of beer of the night and inhaled the last of her cigarette, flicking it aside before reaching into her jacket pocket to light another, when she heard the door open.

"... Hey," Marcelle heard a voice call- your voice, and her eyes lit up, quickly turning around.